Marilyn Lott Poems

Every one of us have special memories
Of telephones from the past
Like the switchboard operator
But of course, nothing ever lasts
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Oh, how I love to go back
A hundred years or more
When my ancestors lived
Reliving famous folklore
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Our flag is the truest form to show
Just how proud of America we are
With it’s stripes so big and bold
And the lovely sparkling stars
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I love how at the end of the day
The sky lights up for me
Colors grace my entire world
Its beauty is astonishing to see
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He’s a red dirt boy from Oklahoma
But he’s done some travelin’ too
Meeting people, seeing things
Why, some day he may meet you
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I think we all love Mother Nature’s Seasons
As they appear and then fade away
She makes us check our wardrobe
With extreme temperatures we can’t delay
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Back Stabbing Betty haunted the cemetery
It was Halloween night and it really was scary

She saw Big Willie’s tombstone and wondered why
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The history of this chair goes back
A hundred years and more
But I’m so proud that it is mine
For it’s a family heirloom I truly adore.
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In my lovely and quaint rose garden
Where my brother’s roses dwell
I decided to build a sanctuary
Where water from his fountain fell
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A family no doubt Mikey left behind
He was good clear down to his soul
But I know he’s in a better place now
It’s a good ending for Mikey the Mole
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