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My home town is Red Wing, MN. It is a town that is built next to the Mississippi River and next to bluffs.
Using the river was an important part of life. There was fishing, canoeing, sailing, boating, and water skiing. The tugboats would push huge barges that carried grain or other things to other cities. They made great rolling swells in the river and large waves along the shorelines.
In the winter, there was ice fishing, skating, skiing, and sliding on the great hills.
Red Wing is famous for shoes and pottery.
Some special places for me were the library, Sunnyside Elementary School, Colville Park, the Mississippi River, and the bluffs to climb.
A view from a great bluff.
I attended Luther College in Iowa and Bemidji State in Minnesota.
I finally caught a catfish
It was a pretty sight
The roast beef fat was perfect
It really made him bite
He pulled and ran for minutes
Making waves with every run
But then the line was quiet
I thought that he was done
He swam around a sapling
And snapped the fishing line
So all I had were memories
That's cool - they all were mine
Last night a rumble broke the night
Was heard from far away
A little boy who's heavy head
Rose up from to sleep to say,
"What's that, I wonder, could it be
A thunderstorm tonight?"
"No child, it's not- it's clear this eve
The stars are very bright."
Time went by- a minute or two
A howling whistle blew
The little boy again did say,
"Dad, listen, for this clue!"
"You're right young lad.
It's on the tracks
Way out and miles away.
It sounds alive - let's listen close
What does it seem to say?"
"It's kind of lonely, isn't it?
But kind of pretty, too.
Hey, Dad, when morning comes again
Let's find that night CHOO, CHOO."
(Sing to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music.)
Pumpkins on doorsteps and black cats on branches
Witches in windows and dogs howling at yas
Children all dressed in their ghostly array
These are the things that will make a fun day!
Candy is good if you hit the right places
Don't go to ones that have big scary faces
Everyone carry a glow or a light
These are the things that will make a safe night!
When the owl hoots
When the cat screams
When the bat swoops low
We simply remember our "Trick or Treat" call
And then we get set to go!
I saw a cricket on my jeans
So small and still and sweet
For days I've wondered why he's there
It's clothes he likes to eat
I shook my jeans - he didn't move
But clung like super glue
I aimed my finger to flick him off
And did so - hard and true
I didn't see where he had flown
I don't think it got hurt
But then I saw a centipede
Crawl out of my blue shirt!
Apples, peaches, pumpkin pie
Mashed potatoes make me sigh
Turkey, dressing, gravy hot
Dinner's done so thanks a lot!
Don't forget, there might be more
Open up that kitchen door
Get me milk as cold as ice
Milk with sugar on my rice
Sweet potatoes, marshmallow top
Corn and pickles never stop
Buttered buns and cranberry stuff
Never have I had enough
After supper we lay down
Rumbling tummies, fat and round
Feels so good that we must say
Had a happy Thanksgiving Day!
A yowling thing outside our door
Created quite a stir
We looked out front to see a cat
With short gray stripes of fur
"He must be hungry," so I said
To my pretty wife
His tabby tail hung quite low
A sign of a sickly life
Some cheese may help relieve this cat
He's thin and not too well
The cheese went down-he looked for more
There's a little more to tell -
We tried to lead him close to us
And bring him in the porch
To show how friendly we could be
But his eyes were like a torch!
The fear of closed in places now
Had made this cat go crazy
It scurried 'cross linoleum
Like a cheetah through the daisies
It's sure we need to get him out
He's on the window ledge
That's not the best place naturally
He's really on the edge!
Away he flew and clutched a shelf
Where books and knick-knacks lay
That's it, get out, you've got to go
If you break things, you can't pay!
(To the tune of "The Green Berets")
A hundred thousand miles it's gone
And all these miles I've not done wrong
When my dad said, "Buy the best.
Get Pennzoil - it's ahead of the rest."
Every three months or before
I change the oil - I won't ignore
All the servicemen can tell
That Pennzoil's really very swell
At the icebox of our land
Minus thirty-four would freeze your hand
Our family drove upon that road
Safely home on a Pennzoil load
On summer days at a hundred five
Vacation called so we made the drive
The summer scorched we thought we'd boil
But not so friends, we had Pennzoil
Canoeing is our family fun
We packed the car - to the woods we run
Trusty car - it gets us there
With Pennzoil - no engine wear
Meals-on-Wheels would be a mess
If we drove with something less
All the starts and stops again
The engine's cool because of Penn.
(To the tune of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow")
Somewhere over the snowdrift
I fell down
No one saw that I did this
They thought I went to town
Somewhere under the snowdrift
Where I lay
There will be a strange dry spot
Hope they find me someday
Refrain: The twinkling stars were shining bright
My limbs were freezing off that night
Who knows I'm freezing?
They found me lying 'neath the snow
And talked about how I should go
They all were sneezing
He was minding his business
Just eating a nut
When along came a cat
Looked like Jabba the Hut
The cat was a tabby
All gray-striped and black
And it stalked this poor squirrel
From the street 'twould attack
Far to the left
Stood a tree for one goal
Close to his right
Stood a power line pole
The cat stopped his moving
For fear his prey's thinking
To climb up for safety
Neither was blinking
Then all of a sudden
The squirrel ran to kitty
Straight at him, I say,
No fear - not one bitty
Into the claws
All stabbing and flashing
"Oops! The wrong way
"Tis retreat I'll be dashing!"
Right up to the tree
With the cat close on ground
The squirrel is now safe
Quite safe and quite sound
The episode happened
We saw it today
And the lesson we've learned
Is please choose the right way!
A... B... C... D...E...F...G...
I slipped on the ice and broke my knee
The snow's in my eyes and I really can't see
Winter's a mess
It's too cold more me
Warm clothes protects
Now I've told the ABC's
Won't winter go and spring come, please?
One early morning, when it was still dark, a young girl was sleeping in her bedroom. Suddenly there was loud noise outside of her window. It woke her and it made her jump like she had just touched an electric fence.
She popped out of bed like a slice of toast from a toaster and looked out her window. What a surprise she saw!
There were five large, orange pumpkins that were smashed on the grass!
"Who did that?" she wondered. "Why did they do that?" she thought.
She ran down the hallway to her parents' bedroom and told them what had happened.
Her dad said, "Don't worry, April, it's just the giants playing marbles with pumpkins again. Sometimes a few drop from their table that they play on and land on earth. Go back to sleep."
April couldn't believe her ears! How was she supposed to go to sleep now?
She went back to her room, but stared through the window, waiting for the giants to come back and clean up their mess. Five minutes went by. It seemed like twenty. Ten minutes went by. It seemed like an hour.
"No sign of giants!" she sighed in frustration.
She began to get sleepy, so she went to bed with "one eye open" and both ears listening. Just as she faded off into sleep, a tremendous boom like thunder woke her her up. She flew to the window and...
Finish the story.
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You bring the prey
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No matter how ugly the going gets
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Make all the other teams shake in their shoes
For we have all worked
We‘ve paid our dues
We will go forth,
We won’t even rest
Until we have reached the best