Joe C. ReedBlanchard, LA, USA |
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Joe has been writing poems and song lyrics most of his life. He is retired as Captain from the Alexandria, LA Police Department. He is a past President of the LA Municipal Police Officers Association, past Secretary of The Alexandria Fire and Police Civil Service Board, an active member of his church, and a member of several Masonic bodies. Joe's five grandchildren have always enjoyed his poems and stories he has composed for them. Joe has had his poetry published in local newspapers and by The National Library of Poetry. Joe welcomes correspondence at joeandaddis@prodigy.net. |
Old GeezerThere was an old geezer past seventy they say,He went often to the pond to pray. This old geezer loved the Lord they say, He saw an angel sitting there, And swiftly they both flew away. The old geezer had family that he loved so dear, The angel said sorry we must get away from here. Geezers are handy to have around the home, We usually miss them when they are gone. |
Highland GamesWhere the mist is on the meadowand the sun's behind the mount the Scot's are gathered yearly to play their games and flount On Grandfather mountain's glenn
From the beautiful Ceilidh came Scottish songs
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The BulgeBastogne, Belgium, nineteen forty-four,German panzers are knocking on the door. The screaming eagles are dug in, saying thus far but no more. The little town is under a blanket of white.
Under a flag of truce German officers came,
Their General was notified with no hesitation.
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