The Splendor of Autumn

Oh, a chill in the breeze and the suns farther away. The leaves of trees changing colors in so many different ways. It brings back memories of childhood I can't and won't for get. Yes, and of a dog named: Hoppy who became our pet. Yes, and picking the leaves and brought them into school, for the kids to admire and the teacher that's the rule. We'd paste them on walls and on the windows too.They brought joy to my life all the Years through.We'd sit around a campfire and sing. Yes, and the footballs games were excitingthe balls they could fling. Yes, and tearing down the goal post if you won. Then getting up not hurt with wood when you're done.Oh, the apples on a stick was famous back then. I ate alot way back when, I remember not having money and my friend's neighbor bought mine. The next time my mother bought her daughter one at another time.Now, I look up to God and say Thank you for, The Splendor of Autumn a Beautiful Time of Year. Yes, for sharing life with all in it and really giving care. It reminds me of life and how I am here. I'm in the Autumn of my life, leaves of hair are changing colors yes like others out there.One has to learn to grow and just deal with all of life. Keep your heart up lifted and don't fear the new. God knows what you can handle and believe it, it's true. So this is the Splendor of Autumn through a mind of a simple soul. Yes, and keeping these thoughts of Autumn will never make me feel old.By Marsha

Our Crazy Vacation!

Oh, to get away and enjoy ourselves in fun!That was my idea and I thought we had won!Now with my sister and her 2 kids and Brothers one in toe!We boarded a plane and we were all set to go!While flying down to Florida, a cry was heard!I looked about and it wasn't a bird!My niece young was holding her ears!Yes, crying with a lot of her tears!The plane had landed, with smoke in the plane!We looked at one another and prayed to stay sane!Then we looked in the airport and burning weeds was the blame!Now, we are dragging our suit cases and I'm really in pain!We finally find the car rental place!Now we arrive at the hotel and try to keep pace!Oh, the kids want to go swimming and we let them!Praying they don't cause any mayhem!My niece brings Miss Piggy Doll and her brother tosses it!She starts hitting him and has a complete fit!My sister her Mother breaks up the fight!She tells them to go out and get out of my sight!We go see a circus grounds and the kids had their faces painted!They looked so cute but, they are not sainted!Now it's getting windy and we decide to go eat!They don't want anyone to see them and that was our defeat!Yes, they came out finally with sad grins they had!Then we realized, the keys was left in the car and that was real bad!We went inside and told one of the waiters, he came out!There the kids were standing and had a big Pout!The rain was pouring down as the guy worked on the door!He finally got it open and we thanked him for that chore!Then we got in the car and the wind was blowing up!We tun on the radio and and a tornado showed-up!Got into the hotel in the nick of time!The lights was all out and we were in a bind!That's when we went to get some flash lights!Lights were on finally man that just bites!Lost our car in the Disney World parking lot!We finally found it, using a plot!The kids wanted to stay in the pool all day!Didn't want to see attractions just wanted to play!Oh, the night we dressed up and went to dine!My niece had cramps and I gave her tums and she felt fine!We sat next to a table with all men eating!Yes, a fart was heard, everyone tuned to her and heard my nieces greeting!The plane ride back it left me thinking!Was it worth coming with kids along and stinking?I'll say it wasn't boring and we did have fun!I don't know if I could handle another one!By Marsha

Thoughts of a Pencil and Pens?

Do you ever stop and think,when your hand touches my wood!Just what you are writing,and if it will be any good?Some hands have pain we,feel it in your touch!Yes, some with anger,and you use us for a crutch!It's all in the wording,that I write for you!Sometimes I don't want to work,with the message you send it too!Oh, and there are times, I flow your words!To a dear one you are writing too!You're love you pour from your heart!I glide too and feel, the write of love its true!My pencil point breaks, so you can'twrite hurtful thoughts and things!Oh, and me the pen, are for surethoughts that really have wings!Well, now we are with children.We're not used very much!The computer has taken over!Yes, and we just sit here in the dust!Yes, we were there in Great Times!Oh, the feather pen with Ink!They are laying on a dusty desk!No one seeing and that really does stink!I'm the feather pen, cough, cough!Remembering Patrick Henry holding me,then passed to other hands also too!The Declaration of Independence written for all of you by me!So, please if you write remember, whoput your thoughts on paper in Rhyme and stories!Yes, and write happy thoughts the most!Please put people in real glory!Life is too short to hate!Just try to inspire!Well, that's all from this Pencil and Pens!Please let this be your desire!


By Marsha Neuschwanter

My thoughts on my name.

When I was young, I kind of think of my life as part of pastery. They used to call me, Cookie as I grew up. Then I became a Pound Cake. I lost a lot of weight and became a Cheese Cake. Yes, now in my later years, a Nut Cake. Go Figure???

By Marsha Neuschwanter

"My Birth"

"My Birth" this poem I wrote of a son to his Mother Here is Isaiah today!

While I was blowing bubbles, you were having trouble.You were waiting for me to come out. Boy, did you want to shout! Mom, would you give me a shove, then I'll come out with my love. Oh, there's a light! The world looks so bright! I felt a warm shoulder against my head, and felt a kiss and thought that you said, "I love you Little Guy and you dropped a tear from you eye. I really love you too, with all I put you through. I'll tell you that someday but, settle for "Goo Goo, my way!

This poem I wrote for, Isaiah to his Mom, he's my nephew and his Mom is my Niece. My Niece's name is Kelly!

By Marsha Neuschwanter

What To Give!

My Poem to my Younger Sister, who has been through Hell!

What to give was what I thought. To my Younger Sister who always fought. Remembering when as a little child, she slapped a boy who had punched me wild! I'm thinking her size and being smaller then he, that this was how she was going to be. All through her life she fought battles it's true,and yes, tears shed and feeling more blue. Then her spirit would wake, and for our sake. She'd make us laugh hearty with, her mishaps and folly. What gift do I give? I now know true. I'll give her my love, which she gave me too.I'll give her my shoulder for a few tears to shed. I'll give her some jokes from the thoughts in my head. Yes, tears and laughter we shared through the years, We're showing each other how much we really care.That's the gift of love I'll give to you. You gave it to me my whole life through.

This poem is written for my Sister, Annabelle who has Cancer and had it on and off since she was in her 20's now she is going through stem cell treatments and is in her 50's. She also lost her leg from, Diabette's. Now she died 12/04/07.


By Marsha Neuschwanter

Memorie's

"Memorie's" This Poem is Written for my Older Sister - Who loves Animals?


The thoughts of childhood days are,thoughts I'll always treasure. Mom & Dad making Cake and Bread and me testing it with Pleasure! Then hearing my Parents Voices, discussing putting toys together. Waking up Christmas morning and, looking at whatever! My Brother and my Sisters, gave me thoughts of childhood jokes. The Neighbors that we met, were really Wonderful Folks. Now, I'm a Wife and Mother and, I'm thinking of my other. We met on an escalator and, we dated a few days later. He shared my life with tears and joy! Oh, yes! We had a baby boy! He had us laughing with his Comical Way. Then my Daughter came in and put boys in a Daze! They all make me laugh, they all made me cry. That's part of life it's true. You'll never forget the love they give and, the Memories's they give to you!

This was how I thought my sister Carol was thinking of her husband, and kids and life.


By Marsha Neuschwanter