Marilyn Lott Poems

My church is made of Sandstone
So beautiful outside and in
I take each Sunday seriously
As I address my daily sins
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From the emerald rolling hills
Dotted with meandering sheep
To the treasured Sweetheart Abey
I can see it all in my sleep
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It seems like only yesterday
That mom carefully hoed the ground
Making rows long and straight
She was the best gardener around
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I was headin’ for the Lucky 13
And it was a relaxing day for me
Those ‘ole red dirt roads
Took me past some spring-time trees
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Just drifting by were these folks
Horse saddled and ready to go
Adorable little colt was ready too
On a rope led behind in tow
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They were so beautiful, these ladies
Just like the movie stars
For a selected beauties chosen
That were truly the best by far
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This time of year always brings
Many remembrances back to me
My family gathered closely
Singing carols by the tree
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I think of my garden as stair steps
I will explain to you why
It starts in early springtime
Except for one, I don't know why.
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Don't you think winter is magical?
Such beauty you love to see
Oh yes, sometimes it is a problem
But not in the world that is for me.
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He was just a little mushroom
He didn't mean no harm
Residing on the mossy forest floor
With all his mushroom charms.
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