Florence M. Jones Houston, Texas

When Florence M. Jones was just a pre-schooler, her parents died and she went to live with her aunt. Her aunt taught her to trust God, work hard and believe in herself. She received her BA and her MEd from Prairie View A&M, and did post graduate work at Rice U. and U. Houston. She's been a music educator, a high-school English and typing teacher, an elementary school teacher, and a gifted and talented educator. In addition, Florence Jones has written curriculum and coordinated programming for various schools and has received letters of recognition from President Bill Clinton, Governor Ann Richards and Governor George W. Bush. Florence has been published by The National Library of Poetry and is a Distinguished Life member of The International Society of Poets. Her goal is to continuously touch lives through writing, speaking and story telling. One of her favorite expressions is "where there's a will, there is a way." So dream, both young and old, and make your dreams come true!

The Ladder of Life The builder building a building Seeks support from his ladder. The ladder doesn't dangle in mid-air. It needs a system of support. The support is as important to the Ladder as the ladder is to the builder. The climber in life seeks support. That support is as the ladder is to The builder building a building. Yes, the climber in life Frantically seeks support. Finding it, he succeeds. With no support, the discouraged Climber falls or recedes. His story could have had a happy ending If he had found a supporter to Help him climb the ladder of life. So, I'll gladly help someone... Somewhere climb the ladder of life. May a climber or two depend on you?

Mikeva Mack's Gak Little Mikeva Mack went to school with gak in her backpack. "Little Mikeva Mack," said Miss Judy Black. "Why do you have gak in your backpack?" I'll tell you the truth, Miss Judy Black. I have gak to make beautiful pink balls For my grandmother's pet cat Yackety Yak.

Peace Peace is letting life's cares Roll over your head while Stamping on them with both feet. It is daily maintaining control Of the body, mind and soul. Peace is steering away from snares And not taking on life's gloomy cares. It is being like falling snowflakes Wonderfully resting serenely as you Lie on your bed when sick or well. Peace is letting God have complete control Of troubles, misery and gloom. Peace never entertains sorrow But firmly grips hope for each tomorrow. Sometimes, peace says speak. Frequently, peace says be silent. Peace dwells deep within you and me Where no mortal being can reach. Peace cries, "Never let me go For I am yours to forever keep."

All poems Copyright © 1996 Florence M. Jones. All rights reserved.