The Troll of Gratiot

There once lived the Troll of Gratiot, who was as greedy as she could be.

She stole from most she knew, including her family.

The Troll lived in seclusion, away from most in town.

She would stock pile her goods around her, and always wore a frown.

 

Now the old Troll had once been quite different,

or appeared to be, they say.

She once wore a smile quite bright and would laugh often, but it didn’t stay.

 

Instead as time went on, she turned her back on the good things she had.

She forgot all the morals and values she was once taught,

and the value of family, which is sad.

 

She curdled up in her greed, now hefty and full of spite.

She’d take coins from the children.

Then she would squander them all the night.

 

She smoked and lied and stole.

Lying from one tale to the next.

Never realizing what she had done

or caring who it effects.

 

As time went on she got lonely,

as time has a way to do.

She could have been surrounded by family and friends,

but to all of those she had screwed.

 

I heard that the Troll was now miserable as

often grumbling and giving a grunt.

For life had gone on without her or her money,

she is alone with no one to confront.

 

So, don’t be like the Troll of Gratiot.

Think before you speak.

Don’t take what does not belong to you,

and don’t live your life as a greedy sneak.

 

Little Cabin On The Lake

Little Cabin on the lake,

take away my woes.

With your lemon squares, and comfy chairs,

and a soft cool breeze that blows.

 

I rock back and forth lazy as can be.

Looking out of the windows

at the swaying of the trees.

 

Forget about my problems for now.

Gently fall to sleep.

Listening to the bull frogs croak.

Watching the waters of the lake

sway back and forth so deep.

 

Little Cabin on the lake,

quiet and serene.

I look up to the clouds

and taking a sip of caffeine.

 

This time with God is precious,

I see Him all around.

From the eagles in the sky,

to the turtles crawling on the ground.

 

When it is my time to pass,

let it be in such a place.

That I see Your beauty all around,

and leave with a smile upon my face.

Ode to Coffee

I love a cup of coffee.
Smells so bold and so sweet.
Add a little bit of creamer,
to make it quite the treat.

The warmth wrapped around the mug.
My hands reaching across both sides.
The aroma blesses my nose,
in waves, like the lakes morning tides.

I take the first sip.
It glides forth over my tongue.
I feel the heat sliding down the back of my throat,
like a song when it’s sung.

What a gift this drink is to me.
On a day, just being to start.
It warms up my spirit.
It awakens up my mind and heart.

I am happy as can be,
taking in my glorious drink.
I scooch down in my chair,
feeling happy as I sink.

Leave me for just a moment.
To take in this moment, I am blessed.
Before the day get crazy,
and I deal with all the rest.

I am grateful for coffee.

Wrinkles like Mine

I love my wrinkles.
They show I have stood the test of time.

They reflect all my worries and joys.
They resemble each giggle, each song,
each well-written rhyme.

I love my wrinkles.
I embrace each little one.
They signify each year of my life,
my failures and battles I have won.

I believe it’s great to grow old.
It’s a gift not granted to everyone.
It allows me to enjoy little things,
and enjoy my season in the sun.

So, pardon me if I don’t try to hide my wrinkles with surgery, glitter, and glue.
I enjoy my age.
I am proud of whom I’ve grown to be,
and to myself I am true.

I am grateful for wrinkles.

The Local Diner

Little local diner

Dishwasher has a cold

Sue behind the fryer

Mugs are rather chipped and old

Love this little diner

Everyone knows your name

Classic rock on the radio

Menu stays the same

Smell of pancakes and eggs

Old man in the corner complains about his legs

History of America fills the corners of this place

Polish, Black, White, Mexican, a smile on every face

Religion and politics are discussed here, no one cares what side you’re on

Because we are all sitting in the same boat and life in a simple American diner just moves on