Doug Beggs

Hazen, Arkansas, USA

I started writing poems in 1993. I have written about 250 poems so far. Fourteen have been published by the National Library of Poetry. My second book on poetry was published on June 14, 1997. In 1995, I was nominated for Poet of the Year by The International Society of Poets. Again this year, I was nominated and invited to Washington, D.C. to receive an award for my poetry. I have worked for the State of Arkansas in the Wildlife Management Division for almost 17 years. My wife and I like camping, fishing and family get-togethers. We have five children and eight grandchildren.

Yesterday's Dreams

I dreamed of yesterday and all about my boyhood days,
When we were young again, and we were pals, but I couldn't stay.
I dreamed we played and ran thru time,
I dreamed all this, if only in my mind.
Warm days of summer blew softly in our face,
And all at once we were back, in that special place.
Back in time we had beaten that old clock that carries us on,
Everything looked just the same, as it did before we were grown.
Oh how wonderful it is, to recall back the past,
But all too soon, we awake, for it doesn't last.
Like the flow of the river, going down to the sea,
Life doesn't stop for anyone, not even you and me.
Yes, we were friends once upon a time a long time ago,
So come along with me and we will run and play,
When once again I dream my dreams of you and me and of yesterday.

Summer

Summer time is finally here
School is out and fishing time near.
Barefooted boys and fishing poles,
Down to the creek, to the ole swimming hole.
Running through the woods, along the river bank,
That old boat they used went and sank.
A can of worms, a hook and line,
Looking for a fishing pole, if they can find
Two good friends who share their fun,
They run and jump and chase the sun.
Running here, and running there.
Not any worries, not a care
But too soon, it must all end
For these two that were good friends.
Summer comes and summer moves on.
A few summers in your life, then you're grown.
But there are days we can recall When we were friends, we had it all.

All In A Day

I got up this morning, feeling bad,
But the fact I was able to get up, I sure was glad.
Everyday will not be sunshine and roses,
And when the day the door to this life of ours closes,
We will sleep till the Master calls,
And we will answer for our sins, one and all.
Some may be healthy and live a full life,
Some may be sickly with pain, grief and strife.
We do not get to choose who or what we are,
And in this life we may travel near and far.
So make the most of what you've got
Some of us may not have a lot,
Be ever thankful for each sunrise you see,
And when the Lord picks his bouquet,
One of his flowers you may get to be.

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