Time Can Not Erase

Time can not erase the hay maker
You hit my heart with.
Time can not erase what your eyes
Told me, When I first met you.
Time can not erase your sultry voice.
Your like a sunny lit rivulet.
You just can not forget.
I always want to go back and fish
A little bit more out of my little
Rivulet.
I have such a good time being out
With her that I could never erase
Her from my memories.

By Brock

It Is a Bad Day

When you wake-up and all the sheets are on
The other side of the bed,
When your easy over eggs turn over good and hard,
When the shirt you put on is one button short,
When the pair of socks you put on have also,
A pair of holes,
When all this happens in the morning it is a bad morning.

When your at work and you want your first cup of coffee
And you can't find your cup,
When your phone never stays on the hook,
When you have to tap your scalp just to relax for am
Minute and it helps you find some new energy and you
Don't even have any hair,
When you want to go home early and this time nobody cares,
Because all day you have been a bear,
You can say you had a bad day at work.

When you come home after work late and your wife
Gives you warmed over 3 times lasagna.
When your kids don't want to talk to yea.
When you want to lay back in your easy chair
And watch a special movie on TV,
But you fall asleep,
When your wife wakes you up to go to bed and you say
Let us go to bed,
It was a bad day for me.

By Brock

The Point of No Return

I have passed this point more than once.
I've had to much to drink and have over
Ran it even when I wasn't even conscious!
Sometimes, I have said more than I should have said.
I wish, I could go back to the point of no return
And stop or just turn the other way.
One hope I have is tomorrow is a new day.

By Brock

One Day At A Time

I wake up and restate each glorious day.
I do not rehash yesterday.
I do not try and reincarnate what I did the day before.
I live each new day as a conquistador.

Yesterday is what it was and tomorrow is, but a dream
Not lived yet.
So I live one day at a time,
Each day is but an investment,
An investment into dreams.
I ride each day with its ups and downs,
But I try to end each day on a high.
I hope today ends up just fine.If today does not end up ok,
I always have tomorrow to make better for I
Am a conquistador of one day at a time.

By Brock

Happy Birthday

Today is a brand new spectacular day,
Put a radiant smile on your face.
Each day try and express a new through to someone new.
Be like a caterpillar open up your heart a little each
Day and we just might find a beautiful butterfly.
Each day is a new day.
On your birthday you should not think of yesterday.
Think of yourself becoming of age.
Today is a special day, but every day is special
For it is brand new and a beginning of a new age!

By Brock

Hard To Resist

It is hard to resist a friends smile
When it wants something you can give it.
It is hard to resist a knock at the door
At 3:00 AM. and the party at the door just Wants a pizza and a smoke and a beer!
My house is always open to a friend even
If it seems it is a pit!
When friends come to my house, I
Always have some cheer.

It is hard to resist when I play
Cards with Dave, Steve and Zeke to see who
Is play right!
It is hard taking their money.
When I am with them, I can
Not rest, there is never to much time in the night.
We all talk about a piece of honey!

It is hard to resist, when driving
On the sidewalk in a red bomb,
Not to have some fun.
The fun of thinking of singing to a friend.
It is hard to resist a pun.
It is not hard to have fun with them.

When driving my car it is hard to resist
Playing chauffeur for a pair of friends.
I tried my best, but it is hard to resist,
I always have to check my back tires!
One time going to a dance with Slick
And J.W. I was the chauffeur
We saw a moon that was so bright.
Slick couldn't resist to "Look at her "
It was so bright that Slick and I
Saw two moons that night.
It is hard to resist but this is the
End of this.

By Brock

Night Terror

There is the lying alone.
The lying in terrorization.
The four walls even terrors me just a crack.
The night is no sanctuary.
There is the anxiety that success of the day
Can mot banish.
I wish, I could rationalize my head ache
My heart aches
And the fears of the nights alone.

By Brock

Gone

When I am without him,
I think of a slow rain
On a lonely afternoon.
As I look out the window
Of my farm home away from home,
I see a fox just unable to run free
And I question why you had gone.
As I turn my radio on,
The first song I hear is Make The World Go Away.
I felt unhappy , so I started to fix dinner,
But by the time I went back to the stove
About everything had been burnt.
And had lost all its flavor.
Oh, I wanted to call you to see what you are having for dinner.
You will never again answer the phone.
I gave up on eating for the night,
Because, I some how felt lousy.
Well without him today, that's just how I feel with out that is ok.
And in my dream, I hear him say
Good - by and please be happy
And I will always be with you
And I will see you someday.

By Brock

Changes

This is a time for a change,
After seeing you for the last time tonight,
I feel scared and ho so strange.
Tonight, I know I am not going to sleep,
My knees don't want to stop their trembling.
I am going to turn out the light.
My stomach is on a roller coaster ride.
I have only been in bed for just over an hour
And my pillow is so wet, it doesn't seem to be
A cushion for my head ache.
I do not want a wet blanket,
So I am going to start tonight and make some positive changes.

Tonight, I am going to do some positive thinking.
I will fall to sleep, before the sun rises.
In the morning, I will turn on the lights on
And turn a new leaf in my life.
I will thank God for a new day and a new beginning.
I will take each day as it comes.

By Brock

Good - By

You can say good-by with a long letter.
You can give a hug and a tear.
You can say so along on the phone.
You can send flowers.
You can give a gift or gifts,
But the hardest good-by is just with the eyes.

By Brock

A Woodwork Friend

Have you ever known a friend, who a year ago
Wouldn't cross the street to say " Hello"?
These friends think of you as ephemeral.
They come out of the woodwork, if they want you to do something.
You become the flavor of the day, after doing them a favor,
They become a type of bird of prey.
They always say I will see you around.
Tomorrow, the friend will tell someone
That you are a clown.
So when you go home tonight, check your woodwork!

By Brock

The Winner

Being a winner is being alive.
Haven't you heard of a born winner!
They all reach for the high five.
They are always a little more chipper.

If they have a choice of two things to do,
They will do the one thing they haven't tried yet.
They never become unglued over their own spilled milk.
The winner never tells someone to take a hike.
When ever a winner meets a new challenge of any kind,
Win or lose they always find some type of good return
Out of it.
Everyone should strive to be a winner.

By Brock

I Am a Winner

As a boy, I dreamed of being the next Casey Tibbs.
The next Bart Starr, The next Lou Brock.
I played all the sports as a boy for my friends
Let me play even if I didn't have the best agility,
But I had the ability and the joyment of having fun with my friends.

I am pushing 30 today.
I can not play all the games like I use to do,
Because of the situation I am in today.
I still have the ability to have fun watching all
Types of activities!

I do not shoot birdies in gulf, but I still
Shoot a few pheasants.
Once I hit aces on the tennis court, not the only
Aces I get are the ones I get in a card game.
I seldom struck out in a baseball game or softball game!
Now the only time I strike out is with the ladies!

I use to play basketball all hours of the day and night
Making all those lay ups!
Now I only get laid up after trying to make those lay ups today.
I use to swim a lot in the municipal pool.
Now, I just sit by the family pool drinking my favorite brew!

I use to play football as a young boy then I became a (Coach ) trainer
For my high school team then I helped the boys out at Black Hills
State and go to some of the away games.
Now I just sit home and watch all types of football and
Sports in general on TV, because I am
Coach Brock you see
And because I am pushing 30!!

Today, I am a winner for I realized I can't play all sports,
But I can still fish and hunt and jog and see how the sports world
is going on TV even if I am pushing 30.
There is one thing I have after playing all these games that is the name " Coach Brock "
But I never made the Hall of Fame like Lou Brock or Slick or Kim.
But I couched them all and never got payed.

By Brock

Two Black Walls

Two Black Walls

They are not black walls of empty granite.
It is a memorial of 57,939 soldiers killed in Vietnam.
The memorial is simple two stark, black walls each
246 feet filled with names etched in the granite.
The memorial is not simple.
Some veterans can not look at it.
Emotion runs high, the shiver up their back
A tear for a lost one.
No matter, who you are you have to think of the first
Man that died in 1959 and the last man that died in 1975
And ask why.
You ask, "Where have all the men gone."
They have all gone to heaven fighting for our country.
I may never go to the Vietnam memorial, but on this Veterans
Day in 1982, those two black walls are full of memories
And boy did those walls shine and they will forever
For us all to remember the men and women, who died
For us in the Vietnam war.

By Brock

Cell Talk

You go to your cell.
I will go to mine.
You say your cell is always black and white.
My cell does not have bars like yours.
My cell does have many colors.
When you are in your confinement, you talk about sex.
And about the hell of a world outside.
When I am in my confinement, I talk about sex
And about the hell of a world outside my window.
You may not get out of your cell tomorrow.
I get out of my cell many times over and over.
So if you want to talk about confinement of any kind
Just give me a call.

By Brock

Saigon Dispatch Home

Hi lady, I feel like I am in a fox hole.
I still hear incoming fire.
Sirens go off just behind my head.
I wish I could retire.
I have my radio.
I hear the bomber and the M16's fire over head.
I have no ammunition of my own. but if anyone
Else over here needs anything, I have the radio!

They know that when it gets bad, I can call and
Get Charlie Company.
Charlie Company always comes to the rescue.
There are captains, sergeants and higher ups
All around me.
There is nobody in my hole, but the radio.
I wish I could tell you about this dirty war over here.
I will try and come home by 6 PM. to see the children and you.

I just wish I didn't have to go to my Saigon, when the sun comes up.
When I come to work or go to war, I have to wear strong make - up.
The only thing I can do in this situation is stay in my fox hole
Or get shot at or run like hell.
After I get out of here, I am going to run isn't that just swell.
Say lady do you want to run with me?

By Brock

Talk to Me

Well,
I went for a run this morning early
and talked to Tiny
I then went to lake Louise to fish
and boy did I see the pheasants
and the water the ducks just getting to lake Louise
was something the fog.
I fished for a while
and talked to Tiny while fishing in the fog!!!
He said keep fishing, well I did for a while longer!!!
but the master fisherman had no luck!!!
I know Tiny is having a laugh on me!!!
Tiny, will always be with me day or night
The only thing Tiny does not do is answer back!!!!
But he will always know what I am doing

By Brock

My Home Town 1983

My home town is some kind of town.
The restaurants in my home town cook, so elegantly that they
Invite you to bring your doggie.
The local fire Dept. has a new truck that leaks water out
Of the tank.
Our news paper only comes out once a week, because it only
Has one dictionary.
The school board worries more about coach's winning, instead
Of educating the kids with the best educator, they can get.
My home town cops are so true blue that they take coffee breaks,
Just before the school kids get out of school, so
They don't have to to see their own car out run by the punks.
If you go down Main Street you would think that one family owns
All the buildings on one side of the street another family owns
The buildings on the other side of the street,
This reminds me of a man, who owns two gas stations and he
Is worried about the only other gas station in town, because
It is not owned by someone in town.
The streets in town are like driving from pot whole to pot whole.
The town is so big, that the mayor and chief of police went to
High school together.
The town is so small, that everyone knows what everyone drives
And everyone knows everyone,
There is one thing that my home town has that travels so fast yet
It never goes anywhere it is the people's mouth.
There are people in my home town, who try to suck are out of a room,
There are people, who don't give a dam, there are people,
Who want to talk about the hospital administrator having been accused
Of embezzlement, to a Dr., who is so poor, that he is thinking
About bankruptcy procedure, because the people in my home town
Are so poor, or is it just because how you feel about your home town
That makes you feel poor or rich or just sick in the head?
How do you feel about your home town are you feeling poor or rich
About your town?

By Brock

Lonely

Have you ever walked the streets alone late at night?
The only light you had was from the full moon lit night.
Your head was always down low.
You didn't care about the passing of time.

Have you ever walked the streets along late at night?
You don't even feel like walking a straight line.
There were no more sweet rewards for you.
Your heart was hurting too.

Have you ever walked the streets alone late at night?
Have you ever wanted to go in to the bar to grab one
More bottle, but all you could do was reach for the
Nearest street pole?
So you knew it was time to go home.

Have you ever walked the streets alone late at night?
Well its time to get help.
It is time to go home, even with the risk of a fight
With your wife.
If you love one another, maybe tomorrow night,
You will walk the streets together.
You will not have to walk the streets alone at night.

By Brock

Railroad Track

The idle railroad track rolls along
North and south east and west.
People dwell on both sides of the
Railroad tracks.
The trees along the railroad shade
Both sides equal.
The sunshine's on all sides of the
Railway where ever it goes.
There is equal space on both sides
Of all railroad tracks.
The green green grass along the rail-
Road track grew hand in hand.
So who cares what side of the track
We are from or what side we are on?

By Brock

The Guitar

The Guitar is a beautiful musical instrument.
If you play it right it will bring us all enjoyment.
Sometimes people pick on me even hitting me
On my old flat backed back!!
People even once and a great moon break my strings
And get me out of tune.
Ha! if you play with me, we can go far.
We can go to the country.
We can go down to New Orleans.
Let us all go down and have some fun.
Let us all go around the world you and me and the guitar.

By Brock

Why Write

I write poems because of the people
Who always make derogative statements
About me.
I write the poems for those
Who think I will not amount to much.
The poems are written for the people who
Can't or will not except me for what I am.
The poems are specifically for my friends
Who took me for what I am, who believe
In me and who laugh with me not at me.

By Brock

Beautiful Things

The most beautiful things in life are natural.
After a rain fall there some times a beautiful
Rainbow.
The sun coming through the branches of a tree.
A barn swallow flying with his forked tail.
Daffodils blooming along side a hill.
Trout jumping out of the water to get some sun
The sunshine on you and me.
Take a walk through a park and smell the flowers.
The most beautiful things in life are natural.
The true
Time
The heart beat of a lover
A child kissing a dog
The sweat off a hard working man
A child's laughter
A reached out hand
The stars light from heaven
The green green grass of home.
Sugar and spice and all beautiful things!!!
To you what is natural!!

By Brock

Cottonwood Lake

It is not a large body of water surrounded by land!
It is surrounded by a lot of weeds, even seaweed!
She is no Normandy.
She has a lot of falsities, but with all of them
It is my little dream land.

You get up in the morning and the sun is moving
Rhythmically with the water.
I think it is why the whole world can not be as perfect.
There is no clatter chatter.
Oh! no the cabin door opens and my friends bring the beer,
So where did we go, to the cabin's deck!
We all had a great time, with 7-7's and Bud and Miller!


We talked for hours.
It was getting late.
We sat and just watched the moon dance on the water!
It was great being out at the lake, but now we
All had to go back to our not so perfect worlds.

By Brock

Washington DC

Washington DC. is not a state, but it is always in
A state of comedy.
There is never a dull night for there are two unin-
Terrupted parties 24 hours a day.
One party is so old and with so old ideas that they
Are called the GOP!
The GOP. is called you guesses it the " Grand Old Party "!!
The GOP. is sometimes called the fat cats!
The democrats are the other party, who treat all
Others as his equals!
They believe in democracy like bought parties do!!
The party with all the fun is the GOP,
Or as I call the fat cats!
The democrats are called the rats!
The rats are into helping the little guy.
Today, the fat cats are eating and using everything
Even the rats!
So if you want anything done today or at night,
You better belong to the fat cats!
The GOP. or the fat cats are therefore the only
Party in Washington DC. with the power and comedy
And the comedy in town!!
This is what Washington DC. means to me!!!

By Brock

Zeke's Strong Weed

It is a beautiful day, calm and free,
The time is as quiet as a nun.
So Zeke and I went fishing.
We went to lake Louise.
There was no breeze just a little sun.
I wore a jacket it was green.
Zeke wore his letter jacket!!
Don't ask me what color his letter jacket was!

We sat on a log threw out our lines.
We talked about our fish stories,
We first got our lines hooked on a strong weed!
]We should have fished downstream.
Maybe, we could of been home eating sardines!

Zeke finally started pulling in fish hand
Over fist!
He put them all on his stringer ,
It was getting later.
I just got the largest fish of all.
My stringer wouldn't hold her.
Zeke went and got the best stringer put
It on the largest creature.
He put the strong stringer on the strong weed!

Darkness settled over Lake Louise.
Zeke and I decided to go home.
Zeke went and got his stringer of fish.
You will not believe this my creature
Somehow went back to the lake he owned!
I know I should of stayed home and ate
One large sardine.
All this happened because of Zeke.
Who knew the strength of a strong weed!!

By Brock

Garbage

Garbage comes in different colors.
You can say it comes in various aromas.
We walk on it.
We throw it away.
It has many shapes and sizes.
The sun's rays are blocked by a type
Of garbage given off by the brains of
The human race.
We give it off just by the way we talk.
Just listen to each other someday.
We as people, will have to learn to recycle
Garbage the best we can, before it eats us
All alive and we become a dump where a human race
Once smelled a rose.

By Brock

The Sure Things

The sure things in life,
One sure thing is the mountains,
They resemble the elevation,
We humans have to climb to reach our peak.
one more sure thing is the earth we inhabit.
It resembles the solid matter that holds every-thing together.
We can not grow without it.
Life is a sure thing.
We start out new,
Then we try and reach our peak and then try to
Help others reach their peak and help us all with each others
Growth.
And then there is one more sure thing that is death.

By Brock

Splitting at the Seams

Whenever I am with weave, Steve, Jonezie
Dave, Spooks and Zeek, I can
Be me .
I play the number one coach to Slick.
I tell him how to make a slam dunk
But Slick's hands always slips.
Slick you are going to be a doctor
I hope your hands don't slip.

Steve and I always seem to drink.
I have my 7-7 and he has his Miller.
The sun begins to come up and our mind
Begin to contract spontaneously or we would
Just say shrink.
We always have fun over at Zellers.

I go to the lake and see Jonezie
When I am out there we try to water sky.
I end up at the barbecue.
Jonezie and I always seem to have fun
When we argue.

I have a friend who always weaves.
He always seems to weave out of trouble.
When he is with girls, he likes to tease.
When I coach him in football, he weaved
But he was not gentle
I call him Mr. Weave.

Spooks and I like football
I like Nebraska and he likes red wine!!!!

When Nebraska looses I never Spooks a call
When Nebraska wins, Spooks wants more wine.

Dave and I are good old boys.
We talk about Flat Land Band and
Aaron Baron.
We talk about our great song writing
Abilities.
I ask him when he will be full grown.

Now I come to Zeke
With him I can be me.
I coach him how to fish and hunt and eat.
I am his first child ( Adriene ) Godfather
He better not say heh-heh.
When Weave, Steve, Joneszie, Dave, Spooks, Slick
Zeke and me get together we always
Split at the seams

By Brock

Gran-ma

She is a forceful lady.
Her hands have held more than her share of grandchildren.
She taught us to respect our fellow man even a dog
Named Negger.
She made us eat our spinach like Pop - Eye!
We ate our carrots for better eye sight,
Because we could not figure out how she could know,
What we were always doing.Her eyes are so parlaying.

As we got older, she keep us together.
She always had a needle and thread.
She said we were like Art Linkletter's kids,
Because we all said the dandiest things!
She had a rocking - chair as As The World Turns
I could not sleep all !

When we were in trouble we all knew were Gran-ma's
House was.
She prayed for us and kept an eye on us no matter how
Old we are.
She liked to play with us, fish with us and hunt no she
would clean the birds!!!!
She always kept a sharp eye out for the pheasants!

She will always be a force within me.
She will always be my Pop-Eye.
She will always be kind.
I hope that some day I will be able to hold as much as
She has held, in all her years and still be standing.
There has never been a contagious bone in her body,
Even if she ate to much for her own good!
There will never be a better Gran-ma then our Gran-ma.
Oh Gran-ma, I wish you where here for me today.

By Brock

Grandma's House

The grandchildren thought of it as a palace.
Everything in it seemed so large.
The kitchen always had a warmth of something cooking.
You may not like what Grandma was cooking, but you always
Knew it was good for your health, if it was only
By the way she spoke with warmth of the natural beauty
Of the country, when she stood over the oven.

The living room was always alive.
The room had flowers and plants growing every where.
The TV was never turned off.
The window shades were never pulled.
Everything in it had a bright glow about it.

Oh! the bedroom we always wanted to take our naps
On the couch and watch TV, but Grand-ma knew us to well.
When we wouldn't sleep, she would pull out the hated rocker.
She would get us to sleep and put us in the bedroom.
If we woke-up we just layer there along with a clock
That always ticked me off, until she said it was time to get up.

The bathroom, was a place where we ran in and out of all the time.
Grandma taught us to use it, but even when we said and did some
Bad things, she would march us into the bathroom and wash
Our mouth out with soap, but no matter what room
We were in we knew Grandma loved us.

By Brock

Give Love

Be affectionate to all children
Always try to comprehend the teenager
Always make the poor feel adequate
To the sick give hope
To the elders always ask them about intelligent things
And thank them always for their help along the way
And there-fore giving them a reason to survive
We all live on a course in our life
We will all need some help along the way some day
But always give love

By Brock

Hope

A joyful expectation.
Sometimes it gives me confidence.
A desire to go forward
It is more than a wish.
Hope is a nice way to help cope with each day.
Hope is a type of foundation.
We have it in our old age, but we have more
Of it in our adolescence.
Hope in today and tomorrow
Keeps us all interested!
With hope there is always a possibility for success.
With hope in your heart and a joyful expectation
For today and tomorrow.
You will always have hope for fantasticality.

By Brock

An Aunt and Uncle

What do you say to your favorite aunt and uncle?
What do you say to an aunt that washed and played
With my hair, when I was little ?
What do you say to an uncle, that lets me use his
Name on my C.D.'s?
What do you say to the only aunt and uncle, that
Never laughed at me?
They never doubted my abilities.

When I was small, they took me places and we played
Bad mitten too.
When my dad died, my uncle was there because my
Heart was aching.
When I think of my favorite aunt, I think of her
Singing.
When I got older their hear and door was never
Closed on me or you.

When I was at their home, I had to use the vacuum
And do the cleaning!
My uncle did the cooking.
My aunt was to beautiful to get dirty.
One time I went to the store to get something and it
Wasn't cabbage!

What do you say to them for putting up with my
Stories and visits and a letter now and then in 25 years?
I think all I can say is happy silver anniversary.
May their heart and door be open to me and all the
People, who love you two always.

By Brock

New Year's Eve 1980

New Years Eve 1980 and here I am in a lonesome state.
Dave would say I am just a lite weight.
Zeke is at a card party drinking and trying to get
A strait.
Tim is in Rapid City trying to accommodate
His wife.
Pat I think will be some where trying to negotiate
With the law.
Steve is with Zeke trying to imitate Jimmy Stewart.
Slick will be with Nanc and try to appreciate what
He has even if he said he is the ace!
Jeff will be in trying to rejuvenate the sports store
In Miller on New Years Eve!
Bruce will speculate on land deals in Wyoming on
New Years Eve ha ha!
Moorezie will await his mate.
I wish I had a date, but all I am doing is thinking
Of my old high school class mates,
What will you try and do in 1980 on New Years Eve?

By Brock

I Need A Drink

You go and have a drink.
Your mind will start to shrink .
You will think you are all mighty.
You will say you are witty, but
All you will get from me is pity.

Why does a man have to have a drink?
He could just as well have water.
He turned down water for a seven-seven.
He thinks he is now in heaven.
Does he not know that drinking does
Not salve any problem and makes
Your head feel like a lemon!!

By Brock

Daddy's Little Girl

She will come into her daddy's world with a cry.
She will be the last child of her mommy and daddy's
Big family.
She will be the last one to sit on his knee.
She will be the last one he will tuck in
At night.

Daddy will not be able to help her with home
Work, because the education of children has
Changed so since his first child was born.
She will not go on vacations with mom and dad...
No more.
No matter what she does she will not be scorn.
With daddy she will always score in life.

She will gets married and will leave daddy's world.
She will make a world of her own.
Dad will never stop the feeling of caring for...
His little girl.
Daddy's door will never be closed to his little girl.
Is your door open to your little girl?

By Brock

Smoke

It can be as gray and dismal as a cloudy day.
It can be very black and yet have no color.
It is the visible vapor given off by a burn-
Ing substance however so operatively
It always leaves an odor.

Smoke coming out of your mouth from a cigarette
Kills living cells inside you.
It kills a little of your friends seeing you smoke.
When you smoke in the long run, you lose.
Your friends could just choke.

In a forest fire, the fire doesn't always kill,
It's sometimes the smoke.
Almost all living things once dead never come back.
I'm not trying to tell you a joke,
I want to get you on the right track.
There are all kinds of smoke and they all kill , Jack
Should you smoke dad.

By Brock

O' Dad

Dear sweetheart its 1/4 to 12 in the night.
I had to come into your room and watch you sleep just one more time.
Tomorrow you will be a teenager for the first time.
You will no longer think of me as your daddy.

Tomorrow I will be just o'dad.
You will no longer sit in o'dad's chair with o'dad and
Watch reruns of I Love Lucy.
No longer a good night kiss and a hug for your old dad.
For you will say o'dad that 's not lady like.
Today I am a lady.

In the years to come,
Your old dad will be there to worry about your first date
And everything you try to do.
You will come to me to barrow the keys to the car.
You will ask me for a few dollars to go down town.
You will say O please o'dad!
Your old dad's heart will melt to the floor.

But right now as you sleep
Not only is my heart melting,
My eyes have tears in them
And as I stand over you, my knees are shaking
And my hands are sweaty.

Tomorrow I will talk to you like a lady.
I will no longer cry with you
I will have to show you strength.
I will have to be strong in the years to come, if not for me
But for you.
So have a happy tomorrow, but please remember no matter how old
You become you will always be your old dad's little girl,
So pleasant dreams young lady and may your dreams come true.



By Brock

My Home

You can be a star in my home anytime.
When you come into my home, you are
Hard to ignore.
You may not have a penny or a dime,
But I always look for a glow in your eye.
When people are the poorest, such as I.
I give them more.
When you are in my home, you may be penniless.
But you will have a friend in me.

By Brock

Sanctuary

I need a little time each day to go away.
I need my little sanctuary.
A place where I can reach for my dreams,
And where my fantasies do come true.
A place where vulgarity is not spoken.
There is no barbarity given to me.
I have my memories and accolades,
When I am in my sanctuary.
I am never stoned!
I have my sanctuary.
Do you!!

By Brock

A Clown

He may have a tear in his eye.
He may have a roughly poly tummy.
A clown may laugh all the time.
He may look very sad, but all clowns
Are very shy.
He sometimes walks funny.

He maybe short.
He may be very tall.
He has a nose that is always red.
It is sometimes a horn, but it always
Gives out a big loud snort.
The tall clowns may walk on sticks.
The tall clowns may look funny, but
They never fall.
The clowns gives everyone a good-by kiss.


A clown brings color to our not so perfect world.
He brings happiness to our children,
With balloons of red, green, orange and blue.
A clown brings joy and happiness to us all
In his own special way.
A clown has his own special bate.
We should all have a little clown inside
Us every day.

By Brock

The Bike

You get on it to exercise your fat stiff old body.
You do it to free your trouble mind of all the heart ache
And head aches of the day.
When you ride the bike, it is always headed straight,
When you ride, your head is always on straight.


You should take the time and raise your eyes to see the
Sky when pedaling your bike.
You should look to your side and see your shadow for
There is always someone looking at you.
Go with the sun and always look ahead for what you pass
You have lost and should never look back at.
When you ride your bike, you lose sight of one thing
And gain the sight of something new every time.
I ride my bike fancy free!

By Brock

Sweat

It is inside us all.
It runs at will.
At times it drips.
Sometimes it comes out cold.
Sometimes it comes out of us, because of nerves.
At times it gives us chills, when it runs.
It comes out, when we are so hot.
It is always uncontrolled.
Sweat keeps us all afloat!

I get it when we are on the dock!
It runs when I run!
I get it when the sun is out for fun!
We have some of it on the yacht!
Let us all go to the yacht and have some fun with
The sun!
Lets let the sweat run!!!

By Brock

A Windy Day

The wind picks up the soil and gives it back to
My teeth and face.
The wind is always coming at me at 12 o'clock
High.
It is God's mace.
Wind makes my eyes cry,


You can not shut out the wind.
It comes through the window shutters with a
Big roar.
The wind comes through the door.
It comes in uninvited.


A windy day is no fun to me.
My kite always gets tangled in a tree.
On some windy days it is hard to see,
I feel along on a cold windy day.

By Brock

Dog

He may have big floppy ears, but they are never closed
To me.
He has sad puppy dog eyes and they are never closed when
I am around.
His four feet never walk over my body,
He and I have a love bond.

I could say he can retrieve, but he's got my heart string.
He may bark.
He may show his teeth, but he only wants to play.
He tells me what he wants.
He is always straight with me.
He is always
By my side, when I make a mistake.
He does doesn't try to to judge.
He may try and get into some fudge.
He and I are fallible,
But we love one and all.

By Brock

Why

You have your whole life ahead of you.
Why do you do the things you do?
You sleep till the sun is at high noon.
You eat like there is no tomorrow.
You spend so much time on the telephone.
Every thing you dream you know is possible.

You drink your 7 - 7 's and Millers and Buds till 7 am.
You stay out all night and you end up in heaven!
Some nights you go to far and go haywire and you end
Up given everyone hell.
You therefore spend a night in jail.

You work only to have money to by Mr. Miller
A 7-7 and Bud a bus too.
You do not care about the words true value.
You do no care about the amount of sleep you get
Or where you sleep.
You don't care about what you drink and what you eat.
You only care about you.
Why son why?
Because I have my whole life ahead of me.

By Brock

The Key

I have the key to put some sunshine back into your
Eyes.
The key to soften the defense and fortification
You put around your self.
The key to put fun back into your life.
The key for tranquility.
The key to share the things you do.
I have the key and vigor to keep you from fallen if
If ever you get down.
I have the key to bring you laughter.
All you have to do is turn the key.

By Brock

Give Me Room

Give me the space to grow.
Give me the room to get to know me and you.
Always give me the chance to talk to you.
I want the room to roam.
I always want the room to come back home.
Give me some room to have fun.
I want room to ask questions with answers,
After I ask you.
I need room to say no.
I need room to grow.

Don't say I can't do something, before
I try it.
Give me the room to show you if I can or can't .
Give me the room , after I make a mistake.
I need the room to learn from my mistake.
I want the room to be educated.
Give me the room to grow as I go.
Please help me and help show me how to go.

By Brock

Challenge

Why wake up in the morning?
If we are a society are always sardonic with things, we believe
We can not change.
We have people who are prejudice.
Some people are always pacific.
I want to wake up in the morning and challenge the sardonic
Prejudice people in the world.
I want to change a little the people, who are always peaceable.

Why wake up in the morning?
I want to challenge the people, who say I can not run a
Mile.
I will challenge people, who believe I can not be versatile.
I want to go skiing.

Why wake up in the morning?
I want to make this world better.
I want to make small things bigger.
I have so much to do and so much to say.
I want to wake up for I have a challenge today.

By Brock

Wallflower

Have you long forgotten the wallflower?
The wallflower with no happy color.
He kept his coat on for the longest time.
He stood by the records reading their jacket up and down,
As the record played.
He looked like he was looking for something he could not find.


He stood somewhat dejected.
He moved once or twice.
He either went to get some pop or some food to eat.
He therefore looked busy .
Hw wanted to think he was happy.
He sometimes goes outside late at night to see if there
Was a fight.
When he stood till eating or watching the fight and he
Heard the music, he always tapped his feet to the beat.
He wanted to dance with a beautiful girl, but he was
Just to shy.
He did not want to be rejected.
He was therefore always quiet and he always, said hi!
This wallflower of years gone by was me.
Today I am no wallflower.
I have out grown the wallflowers.
Today I dance with the beautiful lady and I gave her red roses.

By Brock

Handcuff

Do not handcuff me.
When or if I climb a daffodil hill,
It is up to me not you.
When or if I scale the largest mountain
It is because of me not you.
If I succeed in my climb to the top,
It is me, who got to the top.
If I do not succeed, it is because of my failure
Not yours.
So do not try and handcuff me or my dreams.

By Brock

Handy Capable

There are people, who are handicapped, but are
Still vary capable.
There are people, who are vary capable, but
Are vary handicapped.
The people, who can not hold things in their
Hands, hold things by their feet vary admirable.
The people, who can not see, use their ears to
See, even if, the ears are pierced.
The people, who can not walk, find a way to
Run a mile.
The people, who can not talk, find a way to
Communicate.
Handy capable people always have a smile.
People should know that handy capable people
Have human needs and feelings and a brain.
Handy capable people never say, " It always comes
Down to this is it ."
Handy capable people always find something they
Are capable of doing and then they calibrate.
Handy capable people never give up.
The capable people, who can do everything,
Sometimes can not except or will not try to
Understand handy capable people, therefore
Are handicapped where it really counts.

By Brock