The Indomitable Mr. Truman
Edwin S. Rice
Let Hist’ry tell I gave them hell –
And cursed them (more or less) –
Those “sit on their hands” republicans;
That’s what Harry wrote to Bess
Let critics cry and Congress sigh,
Let cartoons crush and thorn me;
Hope’s Wagon Train gave me the rein,
(However thrust upon me.)
But books will tell I gave them hell,
And cursed them (more or less,)
The ones who scoffed my leadership;
That’s what Harry wrote to Bess.
I have not scouts for whereabouts,
I must let the trail confess –
But Hope’s Wagon Train will cross the plain.
That’s what Harry wrote to Bess.
The trek is done – that plaudits won,
And a Stateman goes to press:
But the finest moments of that man,
Were in letters sent to Bess.
The Truman Walks
Edwin S. Rice
He walked the streets and not the mall,
He breathed the fresh accent of fall,
he knew the peek-a-boo of spring;
The heat and shade that summers bring.
Cane in hand, he made his rounds –
Before the rush hour traffic sounds.
His home, the Independence Square –
His footsteps still must echo there.
Whatever Hist’ry should record
He proved his day could still afford
A walk to help a nation’s soul –
A morning Presidential stroll.
Our Mom Da Bomb
Michael E. Scott
To this dearest lady who makes a
house a home and will always be on
our mind
She will taxi you most anyplace
that’s why she’s hard to find
Oh sitting down to the dinner table
to a meal fit for a king
You won’t have to produce a dinner bell
or listen to it ring
You can smell the great aroma of
her cooking for far away
The chicken and dumplings and apple pie
we will bow our heads and pray
So from here and now I’ll give my heart
to the lady that’s da bomb
And give her a kiss cause it’s her I miss
Who else but my own sweet mom.
May
B.J. Noltensmeyer
May is a month of summertime,
When grass is green and flowers bloom;
And children play – at vacation times,
All this – be real – not to assume!
May has 31 days in entirety,
With honor to Harry Truman and Mother’s Day;
There be another – and ‘tis sad,
‘Tis Memorial Day and flowers to display!
Butterllies flutter – about the flowers,
And sports do abound everywhere;
And folk plant gardens – and attend to,
And what’ere in life – folk care!
So, on with May – month of beauty,
And activities – to attend thus;
Tho’ trucks, buses, planes and ships at sea,
God our make – cares about us!
Mom, My Soft Place
Andrew Greco
Mom, My soft place
If you needed an ear, she
was there.
If you needed a smile, she’d
make you laugh.
If you needed a helping
hand, she gave both hands.
If you had a rough day, she
had hugs with compassion.
Thank you Mom for being
there.
Thank you Mom for every
prayer.
Thank you Mom for your
sweet love.
Thank you Mom for being
my soft place.
Thank you Mom for being
the best Mom ever.
My Mom mothered and nur-
tured sixteen children.
She was that soft place for
each one of us.
She shared her sweet
precious love into the
next generation,
As Nana to our children.
What a Blessing!
My Mom loved Jesus and
showed us Jesus love.
Just remembering her gentle
sweet voice,
and her loving
compassionate heart,
brings sweet music, comfort,
and smiles,
to my heart and mind.
Thank you Mom for the
legacy of love you left
behind!
I am so Blessed to have had
you for my Mom!
Sending Endless Hugs and
Kisses to Heaven!
I Thank you, I Miss you, and I
Love you Always and
Forever Mom!
To all the Moms out there, I
pray you share the love
of Jesus,
with your children, your
precious gifts from God!
Endless thanks to you Father
God for your word and
truth,
the Bible
and the gift of my Mom, my
soft place.
