Biography of Karlene Garner
Karlene Rae Garner, Born: Anthon, Ia.
Occupation: Cook, poet, healer, and
'Hearts On Fire', A Treasury Of Poems On Love,
poem, One Of A Kind;
'My Heart Speaks To Thee', poem,
I Feel Restless Lord; '
P. S. God Loves You', poem, God,
Speak To My Heart; '
Our World's Best Loved Poems', poem,
It Shows In Your Face; 'The Anthology Of
American Poetry', poem, Precious Love;
'Dreams And Visions', poem, If You Love Me,
Write It Down;
'American Poetry Anthology', poem,
P. S. The Universe Sings, Volume 2', poem,
Keep On Believing; 'The American Muse-
A Treasury of Lyric Poetry', poem,
We're On A Party Line
Karlene Garner Poems
It Shows In Your Face
You don't have to tell how you live each day; You don't have to say if you work or play. A tried true thermometer serves in the place, However you live it shows in your face.
We'Re On A Party Line
The Smith baby broke his rib, I guess he fell from his crib. The hogs are selling cheap today. I'm sorry I bought mine.
Take Me There
Take me to where the sun shines forever. Take me to where the rainbow never ends.
One Of A Kind
What a very special friend you are indeed, When I'm with you, my feelings, I do not heed.
Don'T Close Those Gates Till I Get There
Save me a place up in Heaven, dear Lord. Don't close those gates till I get there. I may not hear the Angels when they call 'All aboard'.
Keep On Believing
You've got to keep on walking. One word won't tell people who you are;
Nature Is Smiling
I knew autumn long ago, Like a fairy tale. The mystique has seemed to grow Stronger each fall.
Part of the moon was falling down in the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Leaves Of October
In October fires of crayon ablaze Not familiar to her sun-filled days. 'Who painted this leaf with spots of brown'? 'Who painted the leaves that are drifting down'?
Some Dreams were meant to be just that A dream and nothing more A special place where fantasies exist Not open to realities door
Leaves Of October
In October fires of crayon ablaze
Not familiar to her sun-filled days.
'Who painted this leaf with spots of brown'?
'Who painted the leaves that are drifting down'?
Her eyes grew big with wonder -light,
Hearing of far off hills grown bright.
'Who painted this leaf with spots of red,
And instead of grean made it red instead? '