So many people I meet have special stories and circumstances. They have become my family in so many ways Love Ya All. Love Ya Julie Sis, my loving sister for many years. You cheered me up when I was too sick to stay awake. Thank you Sissy for always being there!! Anna Sis, I wrote her a journal of her life, a whole poetry book of her life as cow penning champion.
So many just need that special poem to help them! Either way Jesus gives the gift of poetry to so many and I am His Pen! I have changed many lives with the poetry of Jesus! here are only few of the lives I changed through poetry and His love! Life Of The Nascar Chicky
An incessant alarm alerts The Nascar Chicky to awake, She sleepily arises to face this special time. Wiping the sleep from her caring eyes, She heads to bathe for the exciting day. Her breakfast is quickly made to her perfection. Excitement is growing in her each step. This would be a perfect day to relax, She surmises her every needed step. Applying her makeup would be her next chore set, Dressing in her slackiest jeans and a nice comfortable shirt, She readied to begin her new day planned, Preparing lunch to be quick and easy. She watches the clock growing more anxious in each minute. It reads eleven-thirty on the wall. She picks up the television remote with a smile. Time for the races she hollers disturbing the house. The quietness of the house has been shattered, By the roar of racing engines and the whines. The Nascar Chicky has settled down to see her favorite sport. Nascar Races begin as she cheers her favorite driver. Whooping and hollering the race is on, Though the Nascar Chicky started her race hours ago, When she got out of bed knowing it’s a special day. The Life of the Nascar Chicky never speeds away. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2011 Mirrored Reflections PITSTOP ROMANCE
Standing by the polished racecar; he carefully checks the engine. Dedicated, all must be perfect before the race has begun. Piercing eyes gaze at the battery, checking for loose wires; While at home a young woman waits to light his fires. The engines roar, the first flag is down, his boss is ready to rumble. Only God knows if the race will be won or a fumble. Anxiously, this woman sits on the the edge of her seat. Love is tingling from her wondering head to her callused feet. He watches his boss as he pulls in to have a quick fill-up and tire change. His heart is on his love, a marital exchange. Both are divided yet a love has blossomed to never part. A pitstop romance has linked them into one heart. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2000 Reflections Of A Poet |
My Dear Sis Anna is the most wonderful person in the world. She is truly an Angel On Horseback. I love her dearly.
She inspired me to write again even more when a time I was giving up on writing and life in general. Here is my gift to her a book. She will always be remembered in verse and my heart. I love you so much Sis Anna Muahhhhhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis ANGEL ON HORSEBACK Astute in her saddle, The angel on horseback rides. Her feathery tresses tickle her ivory hat. On clouds of dust she continually glides. Astride her horse, Corky, she takes ultimate rein, Her wings touch not the ground. From the professional team penning life, This Angel On Horseback can never be bound. The angel on horseback, Skilled in the art of the ride, Finds beauty in every dawn, Showing the true cowgirl inside. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 Angel On Horseback A Special Gift For Anna Sis This poem has a story for a dear little old lady who has lost both legs Barbara T Phatbat77 One of us It's her Mom and I was talking on phone. She told me when I asked her what poem to write she told me Lord I can't wash dishes anymore.
I love you Mrs. Ford Here's your promised poem. Both are in heaven now! Rest In Peace My Family Sis and adopted grandmother, who I knew personally! LORD I CAN'T WASH DISHES ANYMORE Lord, I can’t wash dishes anymore! Not even mop or sweep a dirty floor. Dust the whatnot shelves, all my trinkets of love. Clean the bathroom sink, wipe off the ceiling fan above. Laundry day is never a chore, having to perform every day. No window cleaning, in this bed most time have to stay. Lord, I can’t go shopping for the groceries anymore. I lost both my legs, not spry as before. Someday I will run the fields in Heaven’s land. On both legs I will again stand. In this paradise I will sing with angels, dancing in eternity. Till then I can’t wash dishes anymore, woe is me! Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 2001 Prayer Friends Mission Gift - 2 |