Poetry

My sister Jo, herself aging visiting our dad on his 88th birthday says to him “you wear well! you can be a goal for all of us.”  Our generation is indeed aging; my sister has surpassed my father. I think because processed food was not available till after World War II. 2024 Jacqueline Jackson

Lament  Oh cursive hand oh cursive hand How much we miss your graces Oh cursive hand oh cursive hand  The printed word replaces, some Future day the grid will fail; we May go back to pony mail. 2024 Jacqueline Jackson

Tribute to my grandfather, written about 1940  by several members of the Turtle 4-H club.   “There is a man in our community who has given his time and talents rare;  and taxed his strength and ingenuity for boys and girls clubs everywhere. Because  of him, we did all sorts of things. We hoed  the […]

(Chorus follows every verse, by students in a 1976 Fantasy Class) Wilbur and Charlotte and Templeton the rat; There goes Peter Rabbit with a beautiful white cat; From a distant asteroid came the Little Prince; Said we all must hurry now, a matter of consequence. Goin’ down to Narnia: just follow the yellow brick road. […]

Bliss My folks remodeled an old farmhouse a mile from the dairy when I was nine my cousin Paul architecture student was a laborer every noon the workers came down to eat dinner at our house then sprawled on couch floor lawn eyes shut for the rest of their break all but Paul he sat […]

Found my oldest sister’s well documented baby book the rest of us had semi-docs or no baby book at all in jo’s mom wrote an anecdote: “Little Joan, 3, had heard us speak of playing cards but had never seen a game. One day she called me that she had something to show me. I […]

When my sister Pat was asked why she started children on violin so early she replied, “That’s so they grow up thinking the violin is part of their arm!” 2024 Jacqueline Jackson

“A big storm like we had this week always makes me feel great! I like to buck a tough day. Tuesday morning at three o’clock we started out with men and horses to get the milk through. Trucks wasn’t worth nothin’ in them drifts ’till we got the road broke. A job like the milk […]

My dad sometimes went to grade school in town. Once while there he printed a blueprint newspaper; sold it after school for a nickel. It contained a syllogism: “We go to school to improve our faculties; Our teachers are our faculties; Ergo, we go to school to improve our teachers.” Miss Glenn the principal suggested […]

Revenge Poem Maybe I wrote this before: but my brother and his buddies played an old trick on the official who fired all the women administrators after World War II: they put a juicy cow pie in a paper bag, put it on the official’s porch, set the bag on fire, rang the doorbell, then […]