Help the Deer
By Larry Linville
A wise old deer has asked of me
when he emerged from a big tree
to help him as he tries to solve
a big problem that may evolve.
It costs the lives of his deer friends
who are hit by cars and their life ends.
He thinks we might make a great gain
with a letter writing campaign.
He thinks it’s safe to assume
deer are hit looking for a bathroom.
He thinks he may have a solution
which would cause no real pollution.
Congress needs to build a “relief station”
at intervals all across the nation
so deer would have it easy to “go”
without causing traffic to slow.
He wants you to write the senate
on your own paper please pen it.
You can do so much better
by writing a deer john letter.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Present and Future Band
Present and Future Band
By Larry Linville
High school band
look young yet mature
much more talented
than we ever were.
Our music was crude
theirs is refined
to say ours was music
would be very kind.
If only they knew
they border on great.
We once played notes
but these kids create
music which touches
the heart at its core
giving the listener
a thirst for some more.
Some will continue
their music for fun
others stay with it
for the long run
and share it with others
in churches or schools
where their instruments
serve as great tools.
One day when they’re older
and hear a band play
enjoying the talent
compared to their day
they’ll sit in amazement
this generation so new
confident these new kids
will know what to do.
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By Larry Linville
High school band
look young yet mature
much more talented
than we ever were.
Our music was crude
theirs is refined
to say ours was music
would be very kind.
If only they knew
they border on great.
We once played notes
but these kids create
music which touches
the heart at its core
giving the listener
a thirst for some more.
Some will continue
their music for fun
others stay with it
for the long run
and share it with others
in churches or schools
where their instruments
serve as great tools.
One day when they’re older
and hear a band play
enjoying the talent
compared to their day
they’ll sit in amazement
this generation so new
confident these new kids
will know what to do.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Record Temperatures
Record Temperatures
By Larry Linville
During weather reports each day
there was a game I liked to play
with the record high and lows
and here is how the game goes.
If both of the records were sworn
in years before you were born
you get five points for your game
and write them down behind your name.
If one date is in your age span
you subtract one point if you can.
If neither date in your life fall
you don’t get any points at all.
At first this game was really fun.
My growing points were on a run.
But I’ve noticed as I get old
my point total was on a hold.
As records fall year after year
I’m getting older it is clear.
My lowering scores are big clues
that I win much less than I lose.
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By Larry Linville
During weather reports each day
there was a game I liked to play
with the record high and lows
and here is how the game goes.
If both of the records were sworn
in years before you were born
you get five points for your game
and write them down behind your name.
If one date is in your age span
you subtract one point if you can.
If neither date in your life fall
you don’t get any points at all.
At first this game was really fun.
My growing points were on a run.
But I’ve noticed as I get old
my point total was on a hold.
As records fall year after year
I’m getting older it is clear.
My lowering scores are big clues
that I win much less than I lose.
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
Defending a Good Waitress
Defending a Good Waitress
By Larry Linville
The smiling waitress welcomed us
and made us feel at ease.
Everything she did for us
was an attempt to please.
The same waitress served a table
just three feet away
with three well dressed ladies
all with hair of gray.
Everything served to us was good
and the conversation upbeat
as we took our silverware
and quickly began to eat.
The manager was called over
by the table next to us
who complained about the service
though I never heard them cuss.
As we waited we heard them talk
and complain about their church.
They seemed to find some problems
without doing much research.
I had a feeling from watching
that this was not the first time
that they had complained of things
as if committing a big crime.
I went to see the manager
to tell him how pleased we were
at the service of that waitress
and how much we were pleased by her.
We left a big tip and smiled
as we departed to the door
and hoped we had made a stand
which would even up the score.
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By Larry Linville
The smiling waitress welcomed us
and made us feel at ease.
Everything she did for us
was an attempt to please.
The same waitress served a table
just three feet away
with three well dressed ladies
all with hair of gray.
Everything served to us was good
and the conversation upbeat
as we took our silverware
and quickly began to eat.
The manager was called over
by the table next to us
who complained about the service
though I never heard them cuss.
As we waited we heard them talk
and complain about their church.
They seemed to find some problems
without doing much research.
I had a feeling from watching
that this was not the first time
that they had complained of things
as if committing a big crime.
I went to see the manager
to tell him how pleased we were
at the service of that waitress
and how much we were pleased by her.
We left a big tip and smiled
as we departed to the door
and hoped we had made a stand
which would even up the score.
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
Cookie Cutter Town
Cookie Cutter Town
By Larry Linville
Nearing a small growing town
of cookie cutter houses
with cookie cutter spouses
on cookie cutter streets
where manicured lawns meet.
Where cookie cutter stores
in cold monotony bores.
Suddenly there’s a clearing
with a barn old and white
standing alone on its site
tin roof showing brown rust
covered with a coat of dust.
No cookie cutter building here
its uniqueness very clear.
It seems so out of place
as it stands there with grace
speaking of another day
which now seems far away
when originality ruled
before our cloning cooled
finding any new expression
with the deepest discretion.
How refreshing that small plot
standing like a well planned slot
in the midst of imitation
lacking any new creation
calls my heart to days of yore
which never seemed to bore
like conformity today
where nothing’s done another way.
May that barn fill my soul
and help my faith become whole
as I try not to conform
going along with the norm.
May that clearing like God’s Word
which is so seldom heard
as we sing cookie cutter songs
and practice cookie cutter wrongs
saying cookie cutter words
like we’re cookie cutter nerds.
Give us an old barn now
to help us pray and show us how
to find our own unique place
to serve God and the human race.
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By Larry Linville
Nearing a small growing town
of cookie cutter houses
with cookie cutter spouses
on cookie cutter streets
where manicured lawns meet.
Where cookie cutter stores
in cold monotony bores.
Suddenly there’s a clearing
with a barn old and white
standing alone on its site
tin roof showing brown rust
covered with a coat of dust.
No cookie cutter building here
its uniqueness very clear.
It seems so out of place
as it stands there with grace
speaking of another day
which now seems far away
when originality ruled
before our cloning cooled
finding any new expression
with the deepest discretion.
How refreshing that small plot
standing like a well planned slot
in the midst of imitation
lacking any new creation
calls my heart to days of yore
which never seemed to bore
like conformity today
where nothing’s done another way.
May that barn fill my soul
and help my faith become whole
as I try not to conform
going along with the norm.
May that clearing like God’s Word
which is so seldom heard
as we sing cookie cutter songs
and practice cookie cutter wrongs
saying cookie cutter words
like we’re cookie cutter nerds.
Give us an old barn now
to help us pray and show us how
to find our own unique place
to serve God and the human race.
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Friday, February 6, 2009
Speed Bumps on the Road of Life
Speed Bumps on the Road of Life
By Larry Linville
Car is driving so nice
No snow and no ice
It’s almost like child’s play
Then a bump’s in the way
Speed bumps slow drivers down
They are all over our town
Safety is their real goal
That is their only role
Speed bumps enter our life
We sometimes call them strife
Interrupting our day
Giving us much delay
Life’s speed bumps do us good
Though we don’t think they should
Forcing us to give thought
To the things life has brought
Taking time to see God
In places that seem odd
Taking another route
To learn what life’s about
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By Larry Linville
Car is driving so nice
No snow and no ice
It’s almost like child’s play
Then a bump’s in the way
Speed bumps slow drivers down
They are all over our town
Safety is their real goal
That is their only role
Speed bumps enter our life
We sometimes call them strife
Interrupting our day
Giving us much delay
Life’s speed bumps do us good
Though we don’t think they should
Forcing us to give thought
To the things life has brought
Taking time to see God
In places that seem odd
Taking another route
To learn what life’s about
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Placed On Hold
Placed on Hold
By Larry Linville
“Your call is import to us
Please hold.
A representative
Will be with you shortly.”
I’m so important
That I’m given a
Recorded monotone voice.
And they change the music
Which would put me to sleep
If they didn’t keep
Giving me the recorded message.
I hope I don’t
Have to go to the bathroom.
Please don’t play music
With running water!
They can’t be with me
Shortly
Because it’s been many minutes.
Perhaps “shortly”
Is the stature
Of the representative.
I’m holding
And it’s their fault
That I made this call.
I wish I had the nerve
When the representative
Comes on line
To say:“your answer to my call
Is very important to me
Please hold
I will be with you Shortly!”
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By Larry Linville
“Your call is import to us
Please hold.
A representative
Will be with you shortly.”
I’m so important
That I’m given a
Recorded monotone voice.
And they change the music
Which would put me to sleep
If they didn’t keep
Giving me the recorded message.
I hope I don’t
Have to go to the bathroom.
Please don’t play music
With running water!
They can’t be with me
Shortly
Because it’s been many minutes.
Perhaps “shortly”
Is the stature
Of the representative.
I’m holding
And it’s their fault
That I made this call.
I wish I had the nerve
When the representative
Comes on line
To say:“your answer to my call
Is very important to me
Please hold
I will be with you Shortly!”
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Monday, February 2, 2009
God's Question
God’s Question
By Larry Linville
“Where would you be without me?”
These words came to him from God.
He’s not sure how he heard them
but he knew it seems so odd.
He had started in the church
and was baptized as a teen
but he wasn’t always close
during those years in between.
He earned an education
then went off to fight a war
and faced life’s situations
with an ache for God that was sore.
“Where would I be without Him?”
he asks himself yet today.
He tries to talk about it
and find the right words to say.
He takes his place in the church
and is nurtured as he serves.
And he does things he couldn’t do
because he had lacked the nerve.
“Where would he be without God?”
The answer is not so good.
But God was always been there
so in the hard times he stood.
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By Larry Linville
“Where would you be without me?”
These words came to him from God.
He’s not sure how he heard them
but he knew it seems so odd.
He had started in the church
and was baptized as a teen
but he wasn’t always close
during those years in between.
He earned an education
then went off to fight a war
and faced life’s situations
with an ache for God that was sore.
“Where would I be without Him?”
he asks himself yet today.
He tries to talk about it
and find the right words to say.
He takes his place in the church
and is nurtured as he serves.
And he does things he couldn’t do
because he had lacked the nerve.
“Where would he be without God?”
The answer is not so good.
But God was always been there
so in the hard times he stood.
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