T. P. Martin

Smiths Grove, KY, USA

Born August 20, 1948, Bowling Green, KY; Parents: James F. Pennington, Dorenda Martin Pennington; Education: North Warren High, Western Kentucky University, FAA-Licensed Aviation A&P Mechanic; Occupation: Assembler, Peterbilt Motors; Memberships: UAW Local #1832, Oakland Baptist Church, Regional International Association of Quality Circle; Honors: Opryland "Award of Excellence; Marquis who's who Publications Board, 2nd and 4th Editions; "Who's Who of Emerging Leaders in America, nomination, 7th Edition, "Who's Who of American Women," Ogden College Scholarship recipient, Speech and Debate winner, Honor Roll, 4-H Award recipient; Other writings: Friends and Family, Nashville, Tennessee; Smith's Grove, Kentucky, papers; Personal: I am motivated by personal feelings and inspired by friends, family, and former teachers. Tatthegrov@aol.com

Queen Of My Heart

She never touched my hand, She lovingly touched my heart,
Saying farewell to her, I had no significant part.
I know not words to say, the feelings I have inside,
I watch as they carried her away, and tried so, but I cried.
She had no crowns or titles, she was special on her own,
Her kindness will be remembered, but now, for us she's gone.
Only one thing, she wished from us, and I'll gladly be a part,
She will live on after this day, I crown her, Queen Of My Heart.

My C

I remember those freckles all over your nose,
Were you got those curly ears, God only knows.
Many times I turned to you and said, wanna ride?
You would sit in my lap, and fill my heart with pride.
When we went for a ride, your head was out the door,
Then when I stopped, you barked, as if to ask for more.
You ate carrots, played catch, and waded in the pool,
You always looked so graceful, and acted like Mr. Cool.
For almost seventeen years, our friendship grew strong,
Now when I walk without you, it feels all wrong.
You got so sick and lifeless, at the very end,
I did everything I could for you, My Cass, My friend.
As I knelt and held you, I bowed my head to pray,
With loving arms wrapped around you, you went to sleep that day.

Content

I'd like to put you in my pocket, so you would be there for me,
When things got rough and out of hand, I know your help, would always set me free.
I remember when we were little, you, I liked to be around,
When things were good or bad, you picked me up, you never put me down.
If I had you in my pocket, we would catch up on the fun,
We could sit around and talk about, all the things we've done.
But I guess I'll have to be, content while we're apart,
Knowing that you've always been, right here, I keep you in my heart.

My Guest In Thought

Sometimes I get so busy, a doing this and that,
But then in thought you'll come to me, I always stop and chat.
Your presence is warmly welcomed, as it carries me away,
My heart will feel much lighter, as we recall the happy days.
These feelings are priceless, so with money they can't be bought,
Because, My Dear, you come to me, a welcomed guest in thought.

The Visit

Sometimes you walk so fast, I can't keep up with you,
I wish that you would slow down so we can enjoy the view.
The grass, it looks like magic blowing in the wind,
I don't know when I'll have the chance to see this site again.
The birds, they sing their song, so pretty and so sweet,
Everything around us was so peaceful, as if it were asleep.
The sun would kiss our face, and warm us on that day,
I didn't know that being here could make me feel this way.
The wind, it had a feel, of its very own,
The feel, the site, the sound, they are a beauty to behold,
These things cannot be bought with money, your silver or your gold.
I've never been to Heaven, but now I want to go,
Because I know I've had a taste of it, right here below.