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Tonight I happened across the wonderful poems of this man! I saw where he would allow me to share these great little poems with you and I am very grateful that I can do so here and now.
Mr. Grady, I thank you for allowing me to share these great works of yours and for the pleasure you have given me tonight as I enjoyed myself reading your poems. They were wonderful!
If you would like to enjoy more of Grady Duncan's works please do take the time to visit his web site at the following link
http://papawspoems.homestead.com/index.html
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The Old Tire Swing; by Grady L. Duncan
Ne'er once, did I imagine,
What joy it would bring,
When I hung that old tire,
To make a "Tire Swing".
All of my grandchildren,
Played with great delight,
From their first rising,
On late into the night.
Their joy, displayed in laughter,
And songs that they had learned.
Others waited, impatiently,
Asking, "When is it my turn?"
Then they'd climb up on it,
And shout with boisterous glee.
How could I refuse their call?
"Swing me, granddaddy. Swing me!"
The tire cost me nothing.
The rope was also free,
And God, our loving Father,
Provided a very special tree.
Those moments, I'll cherish forever,
For the pleasures that they bring.
I hope that your grandchildren,
Will have their, "Old Tire Swing".
(Dedicated to all of my swinging grandchildren)
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Skinny Dipping ; by: Grady Duncan
In the hot summer time,
To our old swimming hole we'd run,
Trying to find relief,
From the merciless summer sun.
Down at Piney Creek,
Nestled in the shade,
We were in Hog Heaven,
As we joyfully played.
There was no shame,
We were all in style,
As we would swim,
Dressed only in a smile.
High banks of wet clay,
We used as a slide,
Never once displaying,
Any semblance of pride.
The frogs, the fishes and snakes,
Would finally leave,
The water so muddy,
That they couldn't breath.
Our clothes, on the bank,
All turned wrong side out.
Then someone would notice,
And let out a shout,
"The Girls are coming !"
That really wasn't good.
We'd all grab our clothes,
and hightail it for the woods.
If you haven't been there,
I'll tell you for a fact,
It's misery to run,
With sand in your crack.
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Cup'a Joe
By Grady L. Duncan
On any given morning,
the first thing I must do,
is to open up the coffee,
and put some on to brew.
To talk to me is fruitless,
so save yourself the trip.
I remain totally oblivious,
until I've had that first sip.
Then I can get dressed,
and wake the family up.
Before I start the day,
I must have a second cup.
I head for the bathroom,
brush my teeth and comb my hair,
before I go to the cafe,
where friends will meet me there.
I order up more coffee,
and drink a cup or two,
while we tell all the yarns,
that we ever knew.
Then, it's back home,
to drink one cup more,
while the wife outlines,
all the honey-do chores.
I head for the bathroom,
as I often did.
The wife hollers out.
"Be sure to raise the lid."
By ten o'clock, I'm pooped,
and my back's beginning to ache.
It's time to stop and rest,
and have a "coffee break."
I barely make it 'til lunch,
with which I have "Iced Tea,"
but with my dessert,
I've gotta have coffee.
When we have friends over,
and we generally do,
we sit around and chew the fat,
and drink a pot or two.
Each day is no different.
It's all the same routine.
I have a need for coffee,
like a car needs gasoline.
Lord, I thank you for blessings,
as the Bible says,
and one other thing.
Watch over Juan Valdez.
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" Idle Thinking"
Put on your thinking cap.
Go ahead, I can wait.
We're going to do some thinking,
and I want you to get it straight.
Now, let's address a subject.
Something we learned in school.
You know, the one we studied,
because it was the rule.
About the "Origin Of Man",
and how he came to be.
After millions of years,
a fish crawled out of the sea.
If we evolved from fish,
and finally shed our scales,
it would be impossible,
to get rid of that awful smell.
Then while we were snakes,
why didn't we have two heads.
since evolution fulfilled each need,
at least that's what they said.
It would have been real handy,
with a head on both ends,
one, could tell where we're going,
the other, could know where we'd been.
Each and every species,
retains a specific gene.
If that were not the case,
you'd see things you've never seen.
Like a turtle without a shell,
or a camel without his hump,
or a skunk without a smell,
or a elephant without a trunk.
It doesn't present a problem,
for one who understands.
There was order in creation,
and was done according to plan.
I must admit, at times,
I'm troubled to no end.
I see men acting like monkeys,
but no monkeys acting like men.
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