Joan Neph
Lake, MI USA
Joan NephLake, MI USA |
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Joan has been writing poetry on and off her entire life. She is a mother of two, a step-mother of seven and a grandmother to many. She is an assembly line worker in a remanufacture plant. She is an active member of the American Volksport Association. She has had lots of her work published in many anthologies. Joan says, "Reading and writing helps me relax." |
ChildhoodWhen I sit and think of my childhood,I think of my parents that I would. Of all the both bad and good times, And of all the nursery rhymes. I wonder how they put up with me, I wasn't very good yet they let me be. I want to tell them thank you, And I love you, it doesn't seem to do. How do you tell them they are the greatest, I make up by telling them the latest. The time I spent with them isn't enough, I try and act like I'm very tough. The truth is I miss my mother and father, Any my childhood is getting away farther. | LeavesEverywhere I look I see red, yellow, and brown,Dead leaves laying all over the ground. It seems I'm up to past my knees with leaves, I guess I'll have to roll up my sleeves. They seem to go till out of sight, I better get them raked while there is still light. Every year is the same watch them come in the spring, Then they leave in the fall it's one continuous ring. It reminds me of life many colors of people God sends, And then he recalls them together in the end. Life goes on every year and no one sees the light, Even though it is so beautiful and very bright. It's like the leaves of a tree coming out in the spring, One doesn't really see them come or go, or anything. | Hand and HandWatch as they walk hand and hand,Across this beautiful land. It's plain to me, as you can see, To her heart he holds the key. She has a special gleam in her eye, For this one special certain guy. I hope their love forever endures, That is for darn well sure. You can see their bright smiles, That goes on for miles and miles. I love to watch them on their walk, They seem to talk and talk. It really reminds me of us, Before all this big fuss. If we could be young again, And be back to close friends. I want to say I love you, And I'll always be true. So please take my hand in your hand, And we'll walk this beautiful land. |