There were lightning flashes And loud claps of thunder. It filled little Peaty With both fear and wonder.
Mom said, “Pete, don’t worry, I know it’s a fearsome sound But it’s just God moving His furniture around.”
Then it started to rain; Pete ran to Mom and said, ‘Come look, I think that [...]
Entries from March 2005 ↓
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God’s Water Bed
March 1st, 2005 — Poems for Children
Three Deaf Men
March 1st, 2005 — Growing Older
Three deaf old friends were walking One said, “It’s windy, isn’t it?” Another said, “No it’s Thursday, Although it’s easy to forget.”
The third said, “Well, I’m thirsty too. And if we weren’t all so flat broke We could walk down to the drugstore And buy us each a great big coke.” [...]
Sister’s Room
March 1st, 2005 — Poems for Children
I saw my mother Disappear. Now she’s been gone Almost a year.
We had all tried To make her stop, When she went in With broom and mop.
So we all know What caused her doom. She’s lost somewhere In sister’s room.
It’s Written In My Heart
March 1st, 2005 — On a Serious Note
You know that I have loved you
And I’ve loved you from the start.
When I forget to tell you,
It’s still written in my heart.
Now as I look back and see,
Just how long that it has been.
I know if I’d just met you,
That I’d fall for you again.
Mrs. Jones
March 1st, 2005 — Life with Children
Little Johnny hated To go to bed at night, So he would always fuss And put up quite a fight.
Tonight Mama’s patience Was really wearing thin. She said, “I will spank you If you yell ‘Mom’ again!”
Little Johnny hardly Took any time to think. He yelled, “Hey, Mrs. Jones, Would you bring [...]

Wayne Edwards is a native Texan, graduate of Texas A&M University, and retired Air Force officer. He lives, with his wife Ruth, on a fish farm in Texas, in an underground house he built himself. Wayne can be reached via e-mail at 