"Yesterdays Memories"
Yesterdays memories, locked in Antique Chest
Faded pictures viewed under magnified glass
Grandmas wedding dress, tattered and torn
Yellow certificate tells when dad was born
Great Grandmas bible, presses her wedding rose
Hand stitched Quilts, "Out of Satin & bows"
Crocheted doilies, and home made lace. Wooden
Doll, movin eyes, and smile upon her face.
Old warped guitar, with rusty old strings
Sing-a-long gatherings. Teary memories it brings
Guardian Angel, kept our family blessed
"Yesterdays Memories" locked in Antique Chest!
Sharolyn Clark...Copyright 2001
My poetry site: www.poetrypoem.com/rhymetimers
This is an invitation to go read my poetry! Hugs, Sharolyn
Clark (Samanthy Jeannes)
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"We Just Fit Right In!"
Nothings really changed
Everything's the same
We been poor for so doggone long
We just fit right in
Recessions been our way of life
There's no room for greed
Poverty plus our dreams away
Our wants are just our needs
Never had a home to lose
No clunker for no cash
Thankful that the Government
Don't tax us for the trash
Seems like out here on the streets
We've got lots of friends
We been poor for so doggone long
We just fit right in!
Written by: Sharolyn Clark..Sept. 6, 2009..2:01p.m.
Country, Classic, Rock! Rod Stewarts, You're in my heart!
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Homelessness in America is bigger and broader than many realize:
Number of Homeless Persons in U.S. Annually: 3.5 million.
Number of Homeless Persons in U.S. Nightly: 842,000.
About 15 million of us experience homelessness at least once in our lifetime.
39% of the homeless are under the age 18: 1.35 million children per year and 200,000 on any given night.
23% of all homeless people were members of families with children
400,000 veterans are homeless per year, 200,000 on any given night.
The role of mental illness and substance use is less than you may assume: Approximately 16% of the single adult homeless population suffers from some form of severe and persistent mental illness; 30% currently addicted to alcohol or drugs. The cliché is that the closing of mental hospitals turned out many crazy people onto the streets. That is in fact a smaller and often over-emphasized part of the problem.
The bigger part of the problem is stagnant income and less affordable housing. The main cure for homelessness is affordable homes. 9 million low-income renter households nationwide pay more than half of their income for housing. In no community in the U.S. today can someone who gets a fulltime job at the minimum wage reasonably expect to find a modest rental unit he or she can afford.
"There's no one else to rob!"
It's come to my attention,
Scott County's almost broke
They want to raise our taxes
Is this some kind of joke.
We lost our jobs, and money,
Our homes are all we own
Well listen here appraisers
You better leave us alone
There's no invitation,
You can't come inside
So go appraise your paychecks
In fact you better go hide.
With the economy desperado
We might freeze your job
Stop acting like a crooked crook
There's no one left to rob!
Peace Sunday, June 5, 1982, Rose Bowl, no nukes - nuclear disarmament - stop nuclear madness concert - NYC - Central Park - June 12, 1982, 1,000,000 person march and rally for Nuclear Freeze. Photography and presentation by Curtis Rainbow. 'Give Peace a Chance' music by Achim Schultz. Inspiration by Yoko Ono. Dedicated to John Lennon.
Thank you for such a sweet comment....I presume it rained in I-O-way?
Are you familiar with the Iowa Corn Song?
Hugs to the I-O-way Lady! Alan
IOWA CORN SONG Let's sing of Grand old I-O-Way, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho Our love is strong-er ev-'ry day, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho So come a-long and join the throng, Sev-'ral hun-dred thou-sand strong As you come just sing this song, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. That's where the tall corn grows
Our land is full of ripe-ning corn, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho We've watched it grow both night and morn, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho But now we rest, we've stood the test. All that's good we have the best I-O-way has reached the crest, Yo-Ho, yo-ho, yo-ho
We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. State of all the land Joy on ev-'ry hand. We're from I-O-way, I-O-way. That's where the tall corn grows
IN THIS SICK WORLD OF HATRED AND VIOLENCE AND SIN, WHERE MEN RENOUNCE MORALS AND REJECT DISCIPLINE, WE STUMBLE IN "DARKNESS" GROPING VAINLY FOR "LIGHT" TO DISTINGUISH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WRONG AND RIGHT, BUT DAWN CANNOT FOLLOW THIS NIGHT OF DESPAIR UNLESS FAITH LIGHTS A CANDLE IN ALL HEARTS EVERYWHERE AND WARMED BY THE GLOW OUR HATE MELTS AWAY AND LOVE LIGHTS THE PATH TO A PEACEFUL, NEW DAY.
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Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving!!!
