By Joan E. Wilson

POEMS ARE WRITTEN BY FOOLS

By Joan (Watler) Wilson

Poems are written by fools like me

But only God can make a tree’.

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These words are so true I can’t deny

Much better written than by you or I.

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For a poem is only words that rhyme

And are put on paper at any time.

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Unlike a tree which takes years to grow

From a seed so small we have to sow.

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Its spreading branches so big and strong

Is home for the birds and it must be wrong.

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For anyone in their rightful mind

To chop a tree down and be so unkind.

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To birds in their nests with babies destroyed

Oh how it makes us all annoyed.

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BABY SHOWER

By Joan (Watler) Wilson

A baby shower for a new mom to be

Very useful presents for all to see

Baby oil and powder to keep the skin so sweet

Bibs and napkins and nice crib sheets

Are but a few of the gifts that will be given

To this beautiful baby – your gift from heaven.

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And when you give birth to this bundle of joy

It’ll make no difference if it’s a girl or boy.

Just so it’s O.K. and you’re feeling fine

You can relax and sleep ‘til it’s feeding time.