Thursday, September 21, 2017

My Wife is Going on a Trip



My Wife is Going on a Trip

Your wife is going on a trip,
The first “to do” is “get a grip”,
Initial panic in your mind,
With silence in the house you find.

I’ll watch a show on the T.V.,
The one she didn’t want to see,
I’ll put some coffee in a cup,
And ponder freedom; drink it up.

But, what is that I hear right now,
A desperate cat, and her “Meow”,
She needs some food in her cat bowl,
And, water, too; Oh, bless my soul!

And, clean her box, Yes! That’s superb,
Now, walk the garbage to the curb,
I’ll start the laundry; fold what’s dry,
Put those away; at least I’ll try.

A messy bed is now in view,
I’ll fix it so it looks like new,
If she were here, she’d have a fright,
I never get the sheets quite right!

You’re saying now, “But, you are free?”
Except for this guy’s O.C.D.,
My wife will read this poem and quip,
I’m glad to take this little trip!

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 21, 2017

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Dear Little One





Dear Little One

Dear little one we rest today,
Too soon to heaven flown away,
Our family stands with this to bear,
Trusting the Lord your loving care.

Our inner hearts, they yearned to know,
Imagined play; the bounce and go,
To lay your tiny baby head,
With comfort in the cradle bed.

But, now we hug our family,
And, share their love and sympathy,
It helps to hear the children play,
It helps our sorrow sift away.

With faith restored in God above,
The strongest arms; secured in love,
And, one day soon to Heav’n we’ll soar,
With you one day forevermore!

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 16, 2017
With love to Erin & Tony and Carsten & McKenna
In memory of Skyler Christine

Thursday, September 14, 2017

The Gift of Books



The Gift of Books

I want to thank you for the books,
One, two, three, four; I’ve had some looks,
Although I feel each one’s a “smash”!
I’m very fond of Odgen Nash.

Now, each is special in its way,
The other three are children play,
The nursery rhymes, and cherub tome,
Radio scripts to read at home.

I cannot wait to read awhile,
With grandkids soon, and watch them smile,
You’ve made my day with heartfelt touch,
I love them all; thank you so much!

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 14, 2017

Sent to Linda Anderson who gave me four book because she knew I liked to write poetry!

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Wedding Dance




Wedding Dance

A wedding year, how wonderful; three weddings dressed in style,
Three beautiful young daughters held your arm as walked the aisle,
With love, their Mom who raised each one had joyful tear descend,
The vows with which God blessed each bond; no one could ever rend.

The father-daughter dance evokes emotion with each twirl,
A moment etched as you full see your grownup “baby girl”,
You know that she is wed to one who’ll love her for all time,
Your bride and you share with them now this wedding bliss sublime!

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 9, 2017

                         Congratulations, Gretchen and Dan

Friday, September 8, 2017

Fishing at Devil’s Lake




Fishing at Devil’s Lake

Graham and Reid went fishing on a breezy summer day,
Their Dad took bobbers, hooks and poles and then they walked a way,
They walked a way along a path and found their sandy beach,
Since this was Reid’s first day to fish his Dad began teach.

As Graham began to cast his line he’d watch the bobber bob,
And, all the while quite hoping from the lake a fish he’d rob,
Now they would be quite kind today in case a fish would take-
The baited hook; they’d set him free to swim in Devil’s Lake.

No fish were biting at this spot; not one of any kind,
At times they found some seaweed; off the hook they would unbind,
Yet fishing makes you hungry, and the fishers needed lunch,
So down the path came Grandma; Mom with needed food to munch.

They laughed and talked and ate some food, but when the meal was done,
The fishers had to try again for they’d been having fun,
With poles in hand they wandered off; for one more spot they’d look,
To find a better fishing hole which they would cast their hook.

The same old story once again, no fish would take the bait,
The fishers cast; the fishers reeled and waited; Yes, they'd wait,
Yet, that’s the way that fishing goes so we will have to make-
Some time to bring the poles once more to fish on Devil’s Lake!


Peter Lowell Paulson
September 8, 2017