"Catch the baby!" my brother would yell As he tossed me to the other. I thought the strongest men on earth Were my three strapping brothers. I'd sail through the air without any fear, No thought of falling at all. They'd stand in a triangle tossing me Not once ever letting me fall. I trusted… Continue reading Catch the Baby
Author: Moleta McCarter
Courtin’ Days
The prettiest thing he ever saw Was a girl with hair of gold. When she saw him, she knew he was The one to "have and hold.' "Can I come callin'?" he asked her, And she quickly nodded yes. It led them to a sweet courtship Neither ever would regret. The porch swing was their… Continue reading Courtin’ Days
The Smell of Wood
How I love the smell of kindling, Sawdust flying through the air; Love the smell of pine tree resin, White oak splits for caning chairs. Chain saws, screaming down the timber For the fires that kept us warm; Love the smell of dampened fire logs Sizzling hot through winter storm. Cedar chests and wormy chestnut;… Continue reading The Smell of Wood
Hold My Hand
"Hold my hand," my parents would say And I'd reach up, trustingly; Knowing they'd watch out for things I was much too small to see. They'd hold my hand when in a crowd Or when we would cross the street, And I knew as long as I held on tight, No danger with me would… Continue reading Hold My Hand
Wrong Numbers
"Hello, who is this??" Dad would shout When he talked on the phone. He'd be so angry with them if He'd dialed the number wrong. He thought that they should know right off If they didn't know who he was, He'd slam the phone down in their ear, As he let out a loud cuss.… Continue reading Wrong Numbers
While It Rains
When the heavens roar with thunder And bright lightning streaks the skies; When the clouds downpour their fullness On the ground that 'neath them lies. When the water runs in tricklets Down a fogged-up windowpane, How my heart contracts in wonder As the earth soaks in the rain. How I love the rain-- I love… Continue reading While It Rains
Who is Gloria?
The year my sister started school, I thought my heart would break. At first, I moped around all day, Then a new friend I did make. She would always come to play with me Right after the bus had run. She told me her name was Gloria And she was a lot of fun. I… Continue reading Who is Gloria?
Waving At Daddy
I passed my dad driving down the road As I headed home one day. I waved, but he just stared ahead And never looked my way. "He's getting old; he never saw," I thought, feeling kind of sad. He usually was observant But his eyesight now was bad. When he came home, he asked me… Continue reading Waving At Daddy
Never Changing Mountains
Though my life was filled with turmoil, They've stood silent, stately there; When life's road became to winding Or too steep, too hard to bear. When my heart was filled with gladness, They'd entreat me, so I'd run Climbing up her rolling foothills Wading creeks glistening in the sun. All around me, Smoky Mountains Stood… Continue reading Never Changing Mountains
Moonlit Walk
Our house stood in deep seclusion In the middle of oaks and pines; I'd not stray into the darkness Where the moon glow could not shine. Sensing that the darkness scared me, Daddy took me by the hand. Walked with me into the darkness, Helping me to understand. Pausing by the tree we raced to… Continue reading Moonlit Walk