Love can’t be measured By the big things you do The little things Yes do count more Between your loves and you Your children and that special one Who sets…
Ron Gainsford Posts
Weaver’s of words Oh yes are we Weaver’s of words Poet’s seem to be We take our thoughts And weave them around Some may be happy Some bring a frown…
Oh what happened to simple thanks Have manners just gone in the tanks Tonight when I delivered food This sweet thing happened I’ll tell you A little boy not more…
Can I inspire you to be a better you You know your talent’s are not few No God gave many and you should know He want’s us to use them…
The Devil Box Is what he called TV I can just imagine what my Pop Pop Would call not just TV But also many forms of technology today The only…
I am laying here In my Santa hat Just crying myself to sleep I wish, I wish the love I had Was right here at my feet But this year,…
Pristine snow, for long won’t be. A squirrel’s prints, a dog’s prints and people’s, will be seen. Not long after falling, undisturbed it will not stand. Animals prancing through it…
Don’t think cause you are gone Your memory is too Each day I think Yes think of you And all you have missed Since you have been gone Yes sweet…
The fire in your eyes cannot be disguised If you want t cannot be disguised If you want to succeed you won’t let it hide Drive and enthusiasm alone won’t…
Thank you God for bringing me Someone who has given me Cause to change the way I was Now I have opened a door, that was Never there, for me…