Ronald Strickland Poems
|42.||I Am There||11/13/2017|
|43.||Where Did The Present Go.||12/13/2017|
|44.||Grown Men Don't Cry||12/16/2017|
|46.||Dreams Of A Young Man||12/8/2012|
|47.||Where The Angels Stay||4/7/2013|
|50.||Love My Child||2/1/2015|
|52.||I'll See You Later||6/10/2013|
|55.||Heroes Behind Weary Eyes||2/15/2015|
|56.||Sweet Sweet Child||12/9/2012|
|58.||A Poet Beside Me||12/8/2012|
|59.||Memories In A Box||12/8/2012|
|60.||Poem Of Life||6/12/2013|
|61.||My Secret Place||6/27/2013|
|63.||In Search Of Treasure||4/7/2013|
|64.||Friends With Cars||3/9/2015|
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Friends With Cars
Friends would arrive and raise their hoods.
A turn of a wrench. Tap tap with the tool.
Adjustment of the Carb.
to make the engine idle smooth.
And a kick of the tires,
and it's ready to roll.
Old cars come and go with Friends and Stories told.
Now with hi tech of the automobile.
The shade tree mechanic can only scratch his head and say,
'I just don't know', while looking about.
'Where did all the Friends go'?
Sweet Sweet Child
Little things they say and do.
with the i love you smiles
giggle and coo's.
Wet kisses on the cheeks,
and then its off to school,
pictures on the Frig. Report cards,
frown or smiles they will always be
your sweet sweet child.