Marilyn Lott Poems

Grandma’s hands are worn and weary
Wrinkles certainly tell her age
As she sits and studies them
At this old and tired stage
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Back in the old wagon train days
The people certainly had to be strong
The trails they blazed were amazing
And the days incredibly long
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What fun it is to bake a cake
Designed and baked by me
I love creating this wonderful
Sweet and pretty delicacy
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As I sit and look out my window
I watch as the hummingbirds
Swarm my tempting bird feeder
I’m captivated beyond words
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Sometimes it’s a lot of fun
To turn back the pages of time
Go back fifty years or more
Stop everything to look behind
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It’s hard to believe that still
Today in modern times
Technology has been frozen
It’s exciting though, I find
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I go to church on Sunday
And reflect the week before
I pray to God for help
With what next week has in store
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As time goes on we always hope
That advancement is being made
So in the case of Black History
We must never let progress fade
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When spring flowers open up
And fields turn bright with color
The air is fragrant under warming sun
It’s a world unlike any other
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The beauty of a water wheel
Amongst lilies in a pond
How sweet and how tranquil with
Green trees and meadow beyond
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