I still have!

In my bathroom i still have somethings that belonged to her the her who now resides with him.The him being the Lord of all.Sometimes you can not hardly speak his name.A bottle of mousse that i remember well after shower was applied.In few minutes she was ready to go to work to or to church or travel with the Poet.If my glasses get the need to be cleaned.I in my walkin at the end hangs a teashirt.This is surely what i use & over by the window is a small trunk that belongs to Lady Roz the one who now shares my life.When i get the need to go & clean more than my glasses i go to the trunk that is my altar.I beg you readers of this way of communication that you make yourself a place to seek the face of HIM!sandy footed poet

a sugar high!!!

Bubba & jubba are good little boys wellllll most the time anyway.The poet does need to tell this tale he done heard today.You see mom Kim works 2nd shift while Poppa ern works days at the tree house.I guess this is an upscale daycare.Mom Kim that mornin was still catchin zzzzzzzzzs when Bubba & Jubbas feet done hit the floor.I can just see them in my mind them justa runnin around lookin to see what they could get into.Sorta like the munchkins in the wizard of oz.Like a light came on in there head they realized that mom was not in there with them.They i guess felt like Apollo Spacemen for they would go where they had not been before.They pulled the garbage can over to the counter & went exploring.What is this the sugar canister suuuuggggaaarrr.They were havin a time of there life & a sugar buzz they were gettin.When when i say then along came mom.Yup you guessed it busted.After a whupin then time out I think i could see in my mind Jubba sittin in timeout thinking in his mind.I hope i didn,t get any sugar on my bbblllaannkee!!!! sandy footed poet

i am ahhhhhhhhh!

The poet is lookin foward to 9/12/08.It seems that the Red Hen & Mr B are gonna be in the local city i live in.They are on there way to the keys.I made a run at the Red Hen in 04 & it just did not work out.I sure put a lot of time & racking my brain to put out Rooster Tales.It was a story about Rooster chasin the Red Hen.I even thought of taken my HD to the meeting & give the Red Hen that bike ride that we were supposed to take in 04.I have to say the poet got cold feet & blew the coop early on the Red Hen back then.Later i found out she still had her heart still turned toward Texas.I have found out through hindsight that God our Father has everything under control.SOOOO i and Lady Roz are lookin foward to supper with this Texas two some.If i put the Red Hen behind me on my HD shoot she just might peck meeee!!! sandy footed poet

bubba & jubba

Bubba & Jubba are two little boys whom grandma Roz holds real close to her heart.The names that the poet calls them are not there real names but i guess you done figured that out.It seems that that Bubba had to go to speech class & Jubba needed to go stay at the tree house with Daddy early that day.So So So Mom got the boys up early this am & Bubba did real good,but Jubba done had & accident sometime into the night.When he done hit the floor & by the way he likes to wake himself up.Do you get the picture?He was a surenuff a drownded rat he was & then & then Moma took his blankeeee away to wwwaaaasssshhh itttt!!!! sandy footed poet

Wabitt what happened?

Every wed of the week they had a employee sale.She always worked the sale by helping out.Running the cash register, helping load boxes etc.Working the sale gave her the chance to shop early.I remember many times going by & loading my truck to take treasures home.When the angel came to take her home there was an attic full plus two sheds.We did give a lot away over the years.Giving the treasure was a lot of fun for us both.I now live in the sandy state where i get to play golf year round.The reason for this story is the plight of one of my many animals.I have frogs,wabitts,squirrels,hedgehogs plus a pelican.These were all bought in the williams sonoma sale many years ago.As you know from my previous story i watch over these things because of who got them.So now i look into the yard and to wonder what could but break next.I see one of my wabitts sitting there with no ears???? Wabitt where are your ears??? sandy footed poet

It once was blue

It once was blue this precious globe that came from near Elvisville.I cared for it & watched it close when the travel it did go.When Francis,Charlie then Ivan stirred the wind nearby.I guarded this object with all my might.You see this globe was bought by the pretty lady that now holds the nail scared hands in a place not near this sinful place.So to move on with this story i took the blue one under one arm then the silver.The Roz & i spied the bushes near the steps to put them there while the Fay done came our way.And the what that i did do. I who held everything my Mary touched so close to my chest.I the poet broke it banging it upon the steps IIIIIIIIIIII DID sandyfooted poet

Who b your valentine?

As the poet of the sandy state does begin to start a verse.He thinks he thinks why o why does he even have to make a verse or line for some to read.He thinks of the written word that was in book form of love lost so long ago that made the tears to flow as they have done so many times before.Tis was a book about a last valentine of the great ww2.It made him think of the one he loved for for 40 yrs.Then his mind told him that love it has not a bit changed since 12/08/02.The poet can all but say that love can grow and grow as we get older and look that we will see those again but on that distant shore.It but makes me think to that time when a life was given not taken away on a cross that fateful day.He gave to all of us a choice that to recieve or but reject.That valentine was mine he gave to me on that day i have spoke of and the poet does hope you think a minute on this thing.For many i have gotten over 63 yrs but the best i say was from him. 8/21/08 sandy footed poet