Beverly Peer Lackenbauer
Daughter of Elsie May Peer
plack@integrityol.com
ON THIS PAGE YOU WILL FIND A LARGE SELECTION OF THE WONDERFUL POEMS MY MOTHER WROTE OVER HER LIFE. ELSIE MAY PEER WAS BORN ON MAY 25, 1935 IN BURLINGTON, ONTARIO CANADA. ELSIE PAST ON TO BE WITH OUR LORD ON SEPTEMBER 20, 1993 IN WARSAW, ONTARIO CANADA. HER FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR WAS IN THE FALL WITH THE LEAVES IN THEIR FULL SPLENDOR! I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY HER POEMS AS MUCH AS HER FAMILY AND FRIENDS DO. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME YOUR COMMENTS.
These poems help to express,
I jot down a word or two,
My ideas and realizations,
Memories of days gone by,
Memories of carefree days,
Memories of birds and flowers,
Memories of roses, climbing,
Memories of blue skies,
Memories of the purple sunset,
VALENTINE'S LOVE
Red velvet ribbons,
Sweetness and honey,
Loving and kind,
Hope and happiness,
Kisses so sweet,
To my loving husband "Robert" with love from your loving wife, Elsie.
THE LIBRARY
There are books for boys,
Fictional or facts,
Geography, science or history,
Ideal for information,
College or university,
Knowledge to behold,
Learn all about nature,
A librarian will help in every way,
A VISIT TO THE ZOO
The spotted necks of the giraffe,
The spotted leopards are pacing,
The long snakes slither on the ground,
The black panther looks so sleek,
Diving seals with coats so slick,
MUSIC
Music is such a wonderful thing,
>FRIENDSHIP
Friendship means a lot these days,
MY SCRAPBOOK
My scrapbook contains,
Nonesence to you, no doubt,
But these poems, to remain,
My thoughts, to be free.
My thoughts that depress,
O help to cheer you,
Alonely soul or two.
When I've not else to do,
A hobby that passes time,
Putting words into rhyme.
May have no relations,
But they give me a lift,
From the everyday shift.
MEMORIES
Days of happier scenery,
Take me back to the sunny sky,
O summer in all its greenery.
A summer holiday scene,
Days of relaxing lazy ways,
O summer, warm and green.
That make the summer bloom,
Longer days to while the hours,
And chase the winter gloom.
Blooming in the morning sun,
Morning glories twining,
Vines reaching, as the day had begun.
Trees in leaves of green,
The fluttering of butterflies,
Add to beauty of the scene.
In the western skies,
The sun goes down to rest,
And the moon comes out on high.
Sunny skies of blue,
Here is my heart, dear,
Just for you.
Smiles meant for you,
Matches the sunshine,
And violets of blue.
Is your nature to be,
Cheerful and happy,
You mean everything to me.
You make my day,
A tender touch,
Chases the blues away.
Take away my tears,
Loving embraces,
Cast aside my fears.
A library is the place to go,
To read a book or study,
Many books, row upon row,
From the floor to ceiling for everybody.
Or girls who can read,
Hush now make no noise,
Books are there for every need.
Thin volumes or thick,
Hard bound or paper-backs,
You can take your pick.
Comedy, literature or poems,
Thrillers, chillers or mystery,
Take out to your homes.
Sit for awhile or browse,
History of the nation,
Be as quiet as a mouse.
Learn the golden rule,
There's a library in every city,
In public or high school.
Pictorials or maps,
Small print or bold,
For every book-worm perhaps.
The past or future,
The best place I'm sure,
For the young or mature.
Free for all, no money to pay,
Just pick up a book,
And pass the time away.
The funny monkeys in the zoo,
Try to do the faces you do,
They swing back and fro,
On their tails they can go.
Make us look up and laugh.
The laughing hyena has no tail.
And lonely coyote gives out a wail.
Gazelles so graceful are racing,
Grizzly bears have huge paws,
The crocadile has powerful jaws.
Beautiful peacocks strut around.
Coloured parrots are squawking,
While throngs of people are gawking.
The elephants parade and perform,
Great lions sleep where its warm,
The hippopotamus opens its mouth wide,
The armadillo has a tough hide.
Pelicans have an enomous beak.
While llamas look so serene,
Children press noses against the screen.
Do their antics and tricks.
All the animals are there,
For adults and children to share.
It may be a waltz or highland fling.
It can be played on banjo or piano,
At a dance, on television or radio,
It may be fast, medium or slow,
It can be heard anywhere you go.
A song may be sad or of joy,
Written or sung for girl or boy.
Lovers may laugh or cry,
Mothers may sing a lullaby.
You can march along,
As the band plays its song.
Gladness and joy it may bring,
Music is such a wonderful thing.
To many people in many ways,
The world is full of trouble and strife,
We try to be happy all our life,
Work and toil from dawn to night,
Amongst our neighbors, do not fight,
Bury the hatchet, shake their hands,
Make everyone smile throughout the lands,
Peace, not war, is what we need,
Love and friendship we must breed,
Help each other every way,
Your reward will come some day,
it may be a smile or two,
When you need it, they will help you.
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