Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 652 (Weeds)

The grass had grown-

It certainly set the tone.

.

There was a time when a

crowd had come by-

But, as time passed, there

was no one left to cry.

.

The spot had been kept up

for so many years-

Visited often with so many tears.

.

Generations later, a new crowd

started to come by-

To visit their ancestors, is the

reason why.

.

To pull the weeds and to clean the

headstone-

To bring to life what had been

overgrown.

.

To celebrate those who had lived so

long ago-

To give their final resting place, a

sudden glow.

.

The grass had grown-

It certainly set the tone.

-2011-

Three Childhood Memories (2013)

1. The scraped knee.

2. The first day of school.

3. That amusement park.

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To set the tone-

A fun experience, to look back on,

even after we are grown.

.

Three Childhood Memories (2013)

1. The scraped knee.

2. The first day of school.

3. That amusement park.

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To set the tone-

A fun experience, to look back on,

even after we are grown.

.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 755 (Scooters To Violins)

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

.

Of course, she really rode the bus home, to the end, of the street-

And, then she’d retrieve her scooter, as she and her Dad would always meet.

.

Her hair reached all the way down, to her waist-

It blew backwards, as her scooter raced.

.

This went on for several years, until it was time to

turn the scooter in-

For the little girl, had grown up, and was now into

playing the violin.

.

She played both day and night-

She practiced her pieces, until she got them right.

.

The sounds traveled down that very same street-

That she used to ride her scooter, after school

when she and her Dad would meet.

.

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 755 (Scooters To Violins)

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

.

Of course, she really rode the bus home, to the end, of the street-

And, then she’d retrieve her scooter, as she and her Dad would always meet.

.

Her hair reached all the way down, to her waist-

It blew backwards, as her scooter raced.

.

This went on for several years, until it was time to

turn the scooter in-

For the little girl, had grown up, and was now into

playing the violin.

.

She played both day and night-

She practiced her pieces, until she got them right.

.

The sounds traveled down that very same street-

That she used to ride her scooter, after school

when she and her Dad would meet.

.

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 755 (Scooters To Violins)

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

.

Of course, she really rode the bus home, to the end, of the street-

And, then she’d retrieve her scooter, as she and her Dad would always meet.

.

Her hair reached all the way down, to her waist-

It blew backwards, as her scooter raced.

.

This went on for several years, until it was time to

turn the scooter in-

For the little girl, had grown up, and was now into

playing the violin.

.

She played both day and night-

She practiced her pieces, until she got them right.

.

The sounds traveled down that very same street-

That she used to ride her scooter, after school

when she and her Dad would meet.

.

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 755 (Scooters To Violins)

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

.

Of course, she really rode the bus home, to the end, of the street-

And, then she’d retrieve her scooter, as she and her Dad would always meet.

.

Her hair reached all the way down, to her waist-

It blew backwards, as her scooter raced.

.

This went on for several years, until it was time to

turn the scooter in-

For the little girl, had grown up, and was now into

playing the violin.

.

She played both day and night-

She practiced her pieces, until she got them right.

.

The sounds traveled down that very same street-

That she used to ride her scooter, after school

when she and her Dad would meet.

.

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 755 (Scooters To Violins)

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

.

Of course, she really rode the bus home, to the end, of the street-

And, then she’d retrieve her scooter, as she and her Dad would always meet.

.

Her hair reached all the way down, to her waist-

It blew backwards, as her scooter raced.

.

This went on for several years, until it was time to

turn the scooter in-

For the little girl, had grown up, and was now into

playing the violin.

.

She played both day and night-

She practiced her pieces, until she got them right.

.

The sounds traveled down that very same street-

That she used to ride her scooter, after school

when she and her Dad would meet.

.

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 755 (Scooters To Violins)

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

.

Of course, she really rode the bus home, to the end, of the street-

And, then she’d retrieve her scooter, as she and her Dad would always meet.

.

Her hair reached all the way down, to her waist-

It blew backwards, as her scooter raced.

.

This went on for several years, until it was time to

turn the scooter in-

For the little girl, had grown up, and was now into

playing the violin.

.

She played both day and night-

She practiced her pieces, until she got them right.

.

The sounds traveled down that very same street-

That she used to ride her scooter, after school

when she and her Dad would meet.

.

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 755 (Scooters To Violins)

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.

.

Of course, she really rode the bus home, to the end, of the street-

And, then she’d retrieve her scooter, as she and her Dad would always meet.

.

Her hair reached all the way down, to her waist-

It blew backwards, as her scooter raced.

.

This went on for several years, until it was time to

turn the scooter in-

For the little girl, had grown up, and was now into

playing the violin.

.

She played both day and night-

She practiced her pieces, until she got them right.

.

The sounds traveled down that very same street-

That she used to ride her scooter, after school

when she and her Dad would meet.

.

There was a little girl, who went to school-

Who used to ride her scooter back home, it was the golden rule.