John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
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I LOVED my grandma PAULINE, on our--ROLLINGSTONE--MINNESOTA--Little--FARM
I mostly remember her in pictures, i can see for my first three years, on the farm, she was always right by my side, protecting me from all and any--HARM
But i can remember, sitting in our, bathroom out back, in the out house, and getting stung over and over, by jellow jacket --BEES
I can remember, very clearly, screaming, and screaming, and crying, in pain, how the stings from all of the yellow jacket bees, really, really, hurt--ME
I can remember grabbing a prickly --THISTLE
And really harm and hurt, my fingers when i was just a small farm boy and--LITTLE
I can remember being bathed on the front porch, in a big silver wash tub, on hot, hot, humid, summer --DAYS
Some child-hood, memories forever last in our hearts and--STAY
We had gigantic work horses and some milk cows, in the field and--BIG--RED--BARN
I knew to stay clear of the gigantic- monster -work -horses -and -the -black- and- white -spotted-milk -cows, -because they may cause me--HURT--or--HARM
My life was around the house, front and back yard, and the gravel--ROAD
I LOVED, LOVED, the hundreds and hundreds of white and yellow butterflys, crickets, grass hoppers, wild baby bunnies, and --TOADS
Grandma--PAULINE, she had roots from--WARSAW--POLLAND, she was my HENRY, my dear old DADS,--MA
My dads FATHER-- his name was also JOHN, on my grand fathers side he had roots from--JUNGERS--in--the country of--LUXEMBOURG---------when my dad HENRY was a boy of twelve years old, sickness, took his--PA
So my dad, he had, to quit school, in the sixth--GRADE
And a mans job, as a DAIRY FARMER, alone at age twelve was --MADE
My dad, he had to grow up hard, and pretty --FAST
My HENRY, my dear old dad, his childhood did not for long--LAST
My dads temper, was fast and furious, and--FEROCIOUS
He would not be put down or wronged, he would not stall or hesitate to put anybody anywhere just right where they belonged, when HENRY, got angry, he was like a MINNESOTA--TORNADO,--or--like --a --massive --volcano----with----ERUPTION--ExPLOSION--and--BUST
Dad loved his Pauline, his dear dear, --MOTHER
Dad was an only child, he and his mother, worked alone the farm, when he married my mom, AGATHA, he was thirty three when ii was. Born, dad loved his mother greater than any --OTHER
When i was three years old, we moved to--WINONA--MINNESOTA, my sister, mom, dear grandma, and baby, little--New born--BROTHER
Even as a little boy of three, i missed the ROLLINGSTONE--FARM, for--sure, but now as- a boy, in town, i grew up taking and caring for my dear PAULINE--my--loving--GRAND--MOTHER
My grand mas health and memory was failing and, to sell the farm and move into town is where we had to--BE
My ma and pa, sister brother, and GRAND mA, and ME
Now growing up in WINONA, i was the boy taking care of my--GRAND-MA PAULINE
As a boy now living in town, i really missed, the butterflys, the wide open spaces, and the animals, and all of the trees, , and fields of--GREEN
When grandmas health and memory failed more, she needed to go to a nursing facility, with round the clock nursing support and--CARE
As a boy, every single week-end, and especially, Sundays, we all spent time with her--THERE
Growing up in--MINNESOTA--my GRAND-PARENTS, on both sides, we always, always, visited, them all, and stayed, LOVING, and--VERY--CLOSE
As a BOY, i learned to LOVE, RESPECT, and HONOR, your GRAND--PARENTS--the--MOST
My HEART, feels so warm, so dearly, dearly, LOVED, RESPECTED, and ADMIRED, when i remember my grand folks, uncles and aunts, cousins, when i was--SMALL
Those precious, beloved, unforgettable, cherished memories, of my boyhood, now as a--GRAND--PA, make me--SMILE--and--STAND--up--PROUD--and--TALL
By john d JUNGERS
17th of December 2016
I mostly remember her in pictures, i can see for my first three years, on the farm, she was always right by my side, protecting me from all and any--HARM
But i can remember, sitting in our, bathroom out back, in the out house, and getting stung over and over, by jellow jacket --BEES
I can remember, very clearly, screaming, and screaming, and crying, in pain, how the stings from all of the yellow jacket bees, really, really, hurt--ME
I can remember grabbing a prickly --THISTLE
And really harm and hurt, my fingers when i was just a small farm boy and--LITTLE
I can remember being bathed on the front porch, in a big silver wash tub, on hot, hot, humid, summer --DAYS
Some child-hood, memories forever last in our hearts and--STAY
We had gigantic work horses and some milk cows, in the field and--BIG--RED--BARN
I knew to stay clear of the gigantic- monster -work -horses -and -the -black- and- white -spotted-milk -cows, -because they may cause me--HURT--or--HARM
My life was around the house, front and back yard, and the gravel--ROAD
I LOVED, LOVED, the hundreds and hundreds of white and yellow butterflys, crickets, grass hoppers, wild baby bunnies, and --TOADS
Grandma--PAULINE, she had roots from--WARSAW--POLLAND, she was my HENRY, my dear old DADS,--MA
My dads FATHER-- his name was also JOHN, on my grand fathers side he had roots from--JUNGERS--in--the country of--LUXEMBOURG---------when my dad HENRY was a boy of twelve years old, sickness, took his--PA
So my dad, he had, to quit school, in the sixth--GRADE
And a mans job, as a DAIRY FARMER, alone at age twelve was --MADE
My dad, he had to grow up hard, and pretty --FAST
My HENRY, my dear old dad, his childhood did not for long--LAST
My dads temper, was fast and furious, and--FEROCIOUS
He would not be put down or wronged, he would not stall or hesitate to put anybody anywhere just right where they belonged, when HENRY, got angry, he was like a MINNESOTA--TORNADO,--or--like --a --massive --volcano----with----ERUPTION--ExPLOSION--and--BUST
Dad loved his Pauline, his dear dear, --MOTHER
Dad was an only child, he and his mother, worked alone the farm, when he married my mom, AGATHA, he was thirty three when ii was. Born, dad loved his mother greater than any --OTHER
When i was three years old, we moved to--WINONA--MINNESOTA, my sister, mom, dear grandma, and baby, little--New born--BROTHER
Even as a little boy of three, i missed the ROLLINGSTONE--FARM, for--sure, but now as- a boy, in town, i grew up taking and caring for my dear PAULINE--my--loving--GRAND--MOTHER
My grand mas health and memory was failing and, to sell the farm and move into town is where we had to--BE
My ma and pa, sister brother, and GRAND mA, and ME
Now growing up in WINONA, i was the boy taking care of my--GRAND-MA PAULINE
As a boy now living in town, i really missed, the butterflys, the wide open spaces, and the animals, and all of the trees, , and fields of--GREEN
When grandmas health and memory failed more, she needed to go to a nursing facility, with round the clock nursing support and--CARE
As a boy, every single week-end, and especially, Sundays, we all spent time with her--THERE
Growing up in--MINNESOTA--my GRAND-PARENTS, on both sides, we always, always, visited, them all, and stayed, LOVING, and--VERY--CLOSE
As a BOY, i learned to LOVE, RESPECT, and HONOR, your GRAND--PARENTS--the--MOST
My HEART, feels so warm, so dearly, dearly, LOVED, RESPECTED, and ADMIRED, when i remember my grand folks, uncles and aunts, cousins, when i was--SMALL
Those precious, beloved, unforgettable, cherished memories, of my boyhood, now as a--GRAND--PA, make me--SMILE--and--STAND--up--PROUD--and--TALL
By john d JUNGERS
17th of December 2016
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I LOVED my grandma PAULINE on the FARM
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