Author Archives: Patricia Walter

Saturday

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Saturday Sitting around Saturday, nothing to do should I take a walk or visit the zoo. find the number of a really old friend call them up, find out how they've been. Mow the lawn, weed the garden let it grow - dear neighbors, beg my pardon. Wash the car, wax the old girl throw clothes in the dryer, give them a twirl. Sweep the floors, pick up the dust clean the grill, remove the rust. The options are clear - the work must be done but I really want to be out on the run. Meet new friends, visit new places the thought of it all - my blood races. Life's too short to worry and fret try new things for the joy you'll get. Don't sit around Saturday with chores to do or housework surely will make you blue. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Saturday

Sitting around Saturday, nothing to do
should I take a walk or visit the zoo.
Find the number of a really old friend
call them up, find out how they’ve been.
Mow the lawn, weed the garden
let it grow – dear neighbors, beg my pardon.
Wash the car, wax the old girl
throw clothes in the dryer, give them a twirl.
Sweep the floors, pick up the dust
clean the grill, remove the rust.
The options are clear – the work must be done
but I really want to be out on the run.
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Not Much to Say

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Not Much To Say Start my day not much to say. Take my pills pay my bills. Time for a walk a little small talk. Lunch with a friend our stories never end. Get a few jobs done catch dinner on the run. Evening time peaceful mind. Not a single regret a quiet sunset. End my day not much to say. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Not Much To Say

Start my day
not much to say.
Take my pills
pay my bills.
Time for a walk
a little small talk.
Lunch with a friend
our stories never end.
Get a few jobs done
catch dinner on the run.
Evening time
peaceful mind.
Not a single regret
a quiet sunset.
End my day
not much to say.

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Puppies

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Puppies Puppies and puddles licks and hugs soft and lovable just look at their mugs. A smile on their face a twinkle in their eye they're just so sweet no need to ask why. Little wet kisses soft gentle nuzzles not very complicated like crossword puzzles. They arrive with love and joy in their heart just want to share not be apart. Poetry & Painting by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Puppies

Puppies and puddles
licks and hugs
soft and lovable
just look at their mugs.
A smile on their face
a twinkle in their eye
they’re just so sweet
no need to ask why.
Little wet kisses
soft gentle nuzzles
not very complicated
like crossword puzzles.
They arrive with love
and joy in their heart
just want to share
not be apart.

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Cats Don’t Care

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Cats Don't Care Cats don't care what dogs think they just look down and sorta wind. Perch themselves, way up high the dogs bark and start to cry. It's really not fair, those agile cats hiding in places, just like rats. The dogs want to play, join in the fun chase that cat, make it run. But cats care less, don't need to play fair like to tease, don't have a care. Poor dogs sit and wonder why? Sly old cat naps with a sigh. Dogs keep guard, waiting for a twitch cat doesn't move, not even for an itch. The game goes on, cat unaware the dogs just plead, please care. Poetry & Graphics by Patricia Walter 2000

Cats Don’t Care

Cats don’t care what dogs think
they just look down and sorta wind.
Perch themselves, way up high
the dogs bark and start to cry.
It’s really not fair, those agile cats
hiding in places, just like rats.
The dogs want to play, join in the fun
chase that cat, make it run.
But cats care less, don’t need to play fair
like to tease, don’t have a care.
Poor dogs sit and wonder why?
Sly old cat naps with a sigh.
Dogs keep guard, waiting for a twitch
cat doesn’t move, not even for an itch.… Read the rest

Dogs

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Dogs Dogs can be trained but really don't care turn you bacck they sit in your chair. Been to obedience school know how to mind visitors come they seem to unwind. Put them on a leash they can be led next time you look they're on your bed. Do everything wrong but somehow they win our hearts and homes we share with a grin. Poetry & Painting by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Dogs

Dogs can be trained
but really don’t care
turn you back
they sit in your chair.
Been to obedience school
know how to mind
visitors come
they seem to unwind.
Put them on a leash
they can be led
next time you look
they’re on your bed.
Do everything wrong
but somehow they win
our hearts and homes
we share with a grin.

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Picnic

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Picnic Pack up the kids, the stuff and the dog off to the park, out of the smog. A place for a party and a little meal really doesn't need to be a great big deal. A little fried chicken, some chips and slaw make it at home, no restaurant to call. Maybe some hot dogs cooked on a stick they taste so good, always do the trick. Add some mustard, nestled on a bun the kind of food you can eat on the run. A little game of catch, a swim in the lake a lot of fun, nothing to fake. A picnic is great, an outing for the day Dad naps in the hammock, not even a sway. It's better than a trip to shop at the mall a really good time will be had by all. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Picnic

Pack up the kids, the stuff and the dog
off to the park, out of the smog.
A place for a party and a little meal
really doesn’t need to be a great big deal.
A little fried chicken, some chips and slaw
make it at home, no restaurant to call.
Maybe some hot dogs cooked on a stick
they taste so good, always do the trick.
Add some mustard, nestled on a bun
the kind of food you can eat on the run.
A little game of catch, a swim in the lake
a lot of fun, nothing … Read the rest

The Storm

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The Storm The sun was shining - just a minute ago. Now the clouds move in - handing low. There's a flash in the sky - a clap of thunder you look at each other - start to wonder. The windk picks up - the trees start to rustle you gather your goodies - start to hustle. Hoping to beat the rain on the way nothing more to do - nothing more to say. You run for cover - hoping to keep dry the storm is faster - drops buckets from the sy. Laughing and Joking - soaked by the rain fun was had by all - reall no pain. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

The Storm

The sun was shining – just a minute ago.
Now the clouds move in – hanging low.
There’s a flash in the sky – a clap of thunder
you look at each other – start to wonder.
The wind picks up – the trees start to rustle
you gather your goodies – start to hustle.
Hoping to beat the rain on the way
nothing more to do – nothing more to say.
You run for cover – hoping to keep dry
the storm is faster – drops buckets from the sky.
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The Ants

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The Ants the ants march in and the ants march out sometimes they really cause a person to pout. They steal a little food, take a crumb or two mkae you feel like you're in the zoo. They crawl up your leg, tickle your arm you jump and yell, sound the alarm. Quick - move the blanket and basket of food find a new spot - where the ants aren't rude. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

The Ants

The ants march in and the ants march out
sometimes they really cause a person to pout.
They steal a little food, take a crumb or two
make you feel like you’re in the zoo.
They crawl up your leg, tickle your arm
you jump and yell, sound the alarm.
Quick – move the blanket and basket of food
find a new spot – where the ants aren’t rude.

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The Vet

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The Vet Just a trip to the vet, shouldn't cause the dog to sweat. Open the door, hop in the car, down the road, not too far. Tail wagging, happy and panting, no howling, barking or ranting. Get a little closer, pull in the lot, dog remembers, thought he forgot. Getting nervous, tongue hanging out, now he knows, starting to pout. Drag him in, throughtthe door, try to get him to sit on the floor. Jumps in my lap, sits and shakes, drools and slobbers while he waits. The vet is nice, talks and soothes, gives the shot, has real good moves. We're happy now, heading out the door, forget the vet, don't want any more. The annual trip fades from mind, gets the ball, his favorite find. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

The Vet

Just a trip to the vet, shouldn’t cause the dog to sweat.
Open the door, hop in the car, down the road, not too far.
Tail wagging, happy and panting, no howling, barking or ranting.
Get a little closer, pull in the lot, dog remembers, thought he forgot.
Getting nervous, tongue hanging out, now he knows, starting to pout.
Drag him in, through the door, try to get him to sit on the floor.
Jumps in my lap, sits and shakes, drools and slobbers while he waits.
The vet is nice, talks and soothes, gives the shot, has … Read the rest

Potato Chips

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Potato Chips I really love those potato chips, pass so quickly over my lips. A burst of salt on the end of my tongue, yummy and tasty, so much fun. You can eat them plain, they all taste the same. Get some dip from the corner store, you'll soon be out and run for more. Thin and round, thick and wavy, seldom served with sausage gravy. Nothing like a bag that's new and fresh, soon to be gone without a mess. Don't need a spoon, fork or knife, potato chips are the staff of life. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Potato Chips

I really love those potato chips, pass so quickly over my lips.
A burst of salt on the end of my tongue, yummy and tasty, so much fun.
You can eat them plain, they all taste the same.
Get some dip from the corner store, you’ll soon be out and run for more.
Thin and round, thick and wavy, seldom served with sausage gravy.
Nothing like a bag that’s new and fresh, soon to be gone without a mess.
Don’t need a spoon, fork or knife, potato chips are the staff of life.

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Just As I Planned

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Just As I Planned Oliver James is my formal name call me OJ, I'll come just the same. Once a little puppy, living at the pound a family came by, I was finally found. Adopted and loved, have a great old pappy There's nothing I want, I'm just plain happy! I walk the beach, run in the sand life is great, just as I planned. Dedicated to OJ, dearly missed buy sill living in our hearts. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Just As I Planned

Oliver James is my formal name
call me OJ, I’ll come just the same.
Once a little puppy, living at the pound
a family came by, I was finally found.
Adopted and loved, have a great old pappy
There’s nothing I want, I’m just plain happy!
I walk the beach, run in the sand
life is great, just as I planned.

Dedicated to OJ, dearly missed buy sill living in our hearts.

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Celebrate

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Celebrate Celebrate a new life each and every day put the past behind you clear your mind, make way. there are lessons to learn memories to hold the future waits beckoning so bold. To stand in one place not dealing with hear life goes stale nothing to cheer. Start each day open heart, open mind. Make life a challenge not just a grind. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Celebrate

Celebrate a new life
each and every day
put the past behind you
clear your mind, make way.
There are lessons to learn
memories to hold
the future waits
beckoning so bold.
To stand in one place
not dealing with fear
life goes stale
nothing to cheer.
Start each day
open heart, open mind.
Make life a challenge
not just a grind.

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