Jean O'Neal Floyd
Tecumesh, Oklahoma, USA
Jean O'Neal FloydTecumesh, Oklahoma, USA |
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My name is Jean O'Neal Floyd. I grew up in the small town of Tecumseh, Oklahoma, and have lived there all my life.I have been married for 37 years, have one son and daughter-in-law three grandchildren and 2 step-grandchildren.I worked at Tinker Air Force Base, I was a Deputy Sheriff for the Pottowatomie Sheriff Department, and then worked for Mobile Chemical Company until I retired in 1994.I have been writing poetry since I was in high school, as the years went by, and I began to let people read what I had written, with their encouragement and compliment I finally worked up enough courage to submit some of my writing to a poetry contest.In 1991 one of my poems received an award that I travel to New York City to receive, I found that to be a very rewarding experience.I have had some of my writing published in the local newspaper and also in the "Pride and Spirit" which was the news letter at the Mobile Chemical Plant were I worked in Shawnee, OK. |
In MemoryT.R. was young, healthy, happy and smart.He loved rodeoing with all his heart. He came to Shawnee with hopes running high. He didn't know it was going to be his time to die. He will be missed by one and by all. His memory will always be standing tall. May you take a small comfort, as you lay him to rest. Knowing he died doing what he loved best. | BoysLittle boys, lots of noise,Scattered toys, lots of joys. A kiss and a hug, a spill on the rug, In their pockets a frog or a bug, They give your heart a tug. dirty face, untied shoe lace, Running at a hectic pace, Not a minute to waste. Dirty chothes, sun burnt nose, Stubbed toes, playing G.I. Joes. Toy cars, monkey bars, Lightening bug in fruit jars, Lay in the grass, look at the stars. Asleep at night, eyes shut tight, All in their world is right, Their dreams are sunny and bright. Little boys. | A Dream TripIn a dream, late one nightI had wings and took to flight. Over clouds and thru the stars Past Saturn, Jupiter and Mars. I settled into a flight pattern Moonlight bright was my lantern. Very much to my surprise There below my seeking eyes. Things I thought I'd never see Were on display just for me. From West coast to Eastern shore Over Niagara, I heart it's mighty roar. The Painted Desert and the Rockies tall Are two beautiful things that I recall. Carved in rock four famous faces Sandy beaches frothed in foamy laces. Golden wheat fields rippling in the sun Over the Great Lakes one by one. I saw huge cities with buildings tall Country towns, quaint and small. North, south, East and West I saw our nation at it's best. The dream that was a real delight Ended with the morning light. I awoke to another beautiful day Hoping sleep would again bring the dream my way. |