Kenneth Rickard

Cobleskill, New York, USA

(pen) Kenny (b.) June 21, 1922 Schoharie, NY (P.) Edith and Ray Rickard (M.) Virginia M. Rickard, September 5, 1942 (ch.) Patricia and Deborah Lane (ed.) High School graduate of Schoharie Central School June, 1941 as class treasurer (occ.) Retired; write songs and poetry (memb.) BMI hon/For Outstanding Work and President of local chapter AARP. I've contacted the copyright office for a song, "Sweet Baby Jesus"; certificate for song in Kentucky Fried Chicken contest signed by Brenda Lee. (oth. writ.) wrote song called "Stop Your Smoking." In 87, the Great American Cancer Society played it all over the USA. We were put on the TV news. I have 7 songs under contracts. I received one royalty check. I write six kinds of music; I love country music and gospel music. I write mostly poetry to make a better world for all and for peace. I write some for kids on dope and alcohol. I have one for missing kids called, "It Can Happen Anywhere." My aim is to make life better for all regardless of color and bring back peace to stay. I have two granddaughters and one grandson. I was selected on a cassette tape as one of the top poets. The poem was "You're My Everything."

You're My Everything

You're my everything
You're my only love
You're like an angel
Sent down from above.

You're my everything
You're kisses are sweet as wine
I couldn't live without you
Thank God you're all mine.

You put the sunshine
In my heart that was blue
Making me be happy
Which others couldn't do.

You're my everything
If death takes you away
I hope it make us sweethearts
Again in heaven someday.

Tell Me All About Jesus

Tell me all about Jesus
Who loved little children like me
I wish I was one of them
Who has sat on Jesus' knees

Tell me all about Jesus
Healing the sick and the blind
His sweet name I like to hear
For he's with me all the time.

He did carpenter's labor
He died for all of our sins
And in all my work and play
I put my trust in him.

Tell me all about Jesus
Hold fast our love of him
Then the nations of the world
Would have peace and love again

Mother's Hair Has Turned To Silver

Mother's hair has turned to silver
Her skin is all wrinkled and cold
But i'd never trade my mother
For the world and all its gold.

Yes her hair has turned to silver
Her face is all covered with lines
But there'll never be another
Like this gray haired mother of mine.

I think of all the hardships
I have caused her to bare
Then I can see the reasons
For the silver in her hair.

Mother's hair has turned to silver
And her hard working days are done
But there's still a smile on her face
And a love for everyone.