Marney L. Norwood

Freistatt, MO

Born on 10/05/27, during the depression, I am Irish & Indian. I was raised in "Children's Home Society" St. Louis, Mo. I wrote my 1st poem at 10 years old "The Little Negro's Plea", published in a woman's magazine in St. Louis MO. Many of my poems have been published in local and surrounding papers, World of Poetry, and The National Library of Poetry. I have 50 some golden awards, 30 some silver awards and 10 honorable mentions. I published a poem book "Dearest Darling" on 8/16/96. My husband, Winford, was my "Dearest Darling". We were married on 4/10/66 and these poems were written to him and our marriage made in heaven for 30 years. He passed away on 8/16/95. My philosophy "It isn't the kind of life you are born into, any person can be what ever they want to be. You have to believe in yourself and God."

It Will Always Be Spring

I've got you my darling
To have to hold and to love
Just as the angels in heaven
Hold the star in the blue above.
Flowers blossom in the ground
I hear the robins sing
For though it's wintertime, sweetheart
When I'm with you its spring.
Though the temperature is cold my dear
And the winter snow may bring.
When I'm with you my darling
To me it will always be spring.

Cream of the Crop

Take a good look at me.
Am I all that you supposed?
Or just a scrawny little gal
With freckles on her nose.
See how the years have beat me down
I'm skin and bones you see
Can't even eat a decent meal
For I'm toothless as can be.
I look like a bean pole
With two string beans for my legs.
A mop is used to make my hair
And my two arms are wooden pegs.
My big brown eyes are bulging.
My feet are number tens.
And when a man looks at me
He winds up with the bends
And when I go to bed at night
For my beauty rest I say
I snore oh so loudly that
It sounds like foghorns in the bay.

The Little Negro's Plea

Jesus laying in dat crib
Is yo' dere so's ah can lib
Ober dere de white folks say
Ah is made of hard black clay.
But down de street de fadder say
Ah is just as good as dey.
Me mudder and me fadder died
With me just tree years old.
Ah wonder if yo'd play with me
Ah'll be just as good as gold.
All ah gots some jam and bread
Ah's gwine to gibs it all to you instead
Please 'cetp dis marble too
See! ah gibs it all to you
Maybe ah could bounce you ball
Gee! but you're so very small
Take the world and all dat's in it.
Yo' made dat in just one minute.