James L. A. Huetson Poems

Grace is when I get what I haven’t earned.
Mercy is when I don’t get what I deserve.
Grace is when I wake up in the early morn,
And hear the birds sing and calm every nerve.
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There is a master carpenter that I love,
Who gathers messages from above,
Then gives them to me in a manner clear,
And alters my spirit so I can hear.
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When love is given to another,
Only the giver can completely
And truly understand that love.
If unexpressed, love is unknown.
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As a native son my heroes were
Soldiers, sailors, and marines
Of World War II who came by on their
Way to take back the Philippines.
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In eighteen and sixty-two Lincoln signed an act to bridge this land with steel.
He told two railroads join in a pact and that road will be built I feel.
So push you Irish push with all your might.
Lay another mile before we quit for the night.
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Time marches on my friend.
Each hour that's gone, my friend, is spent there's not another.
One less for use my brother. Time gone is treasure spent.
It can't be spent or lent. Gone it's too late for lament.
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She was a loose woman,
A street tramp.
And she was very, very pregnant.
A small, black vamp.
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One fall while walking a path beside the Snake River I spotted a baby's pacifier hanging on a tree limb just over our heads. It caused me to start singing these words to the 12 Days of Christmas tune.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A pacifier in a bare tree
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The words Charity, Life and Love
Are all, interchangeable.
They all originate from above,
And come from a heavenly table.
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He was lying on
The exam table.
Doctor was done.
The boy was unable
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