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01 February, 2012

America Today....

eScottBumgarner 2012

Many Americans today are terrified,
Obama as US President lied,

He promised change and leadership,
Change happened, leadership a slip,

Wants to be Robin Hood,
destroying US as it has always stood,

Instead of being mad and blue,
Americans need to vote true,

Need to send Obama packing,
As a leader, he is lacking,

Doesn't believe in the Good Book,
Acts like a treasonous crook.

29 January, 2012

Serving....

eScottBumgarner 2012


Saw you from afar,
as you passed in your car,

Drawn to your look,
Read about you in a book,

About your life's story,
Not seeking glory,

You live for God to serve,
Living life fuller not on a curve,

We met and joined to care,
Serving God as a pair.

Amen

18 December, 2011

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My Brother-In-Law, William "Bill" Hearn died last Wednesday, 14 December, in Mercy Hospital in Ardmore Oklahoma. Bill was my sister Jaki's husband for almost twenty years, with their anniversary due the 3rd day of January, 2012. Bill was from Healdton Oklahoma and worked for Oklahoma Gas & Electric for thirty three years. He retired in the summer of 1994.

Bill was a good man, a good brother, a good father, a good husband, and a good brother-in-law. He was a Christ Follower having chosen to serve the Lord, many years ago.

Bill worked as a "jack of all trades" for a local church in Ardmore for a number of years before retiring from that job. He loved to ride his motorcycle,water ski, and work in his garden, and keep his lawn looking sharp when he was still able to.

We buried Bill yesterday in Healdton Oklahoma after a beautiful funeral service in Ardmore at Craddock's Funeral Home.

Bill left his present wife, Jaki my sister and her daughter my niece Jill Dudley, and two daughters of his own, Pam Cox and Chris Hearn. Pam lives in Ardmore with her husband, and Chris lives in Lewisville Texas. Jill lives in Healdton with Josh.

04 December, 2011

She....

e Scott Bumgarner 2011, Writer, Blogger, Poet, Photographer.

Saw her in the window,
made my heart jump,
she was not a shadow,
in my throat a lump,

Prettiest girl I ever saw,
would like to meet her,
hope I don't trip or fall,
didn't say no or defer,

We were like two peas in a pod,
She had that look,
brought together by God,
In marriage her hand I took,

Brought together for love,
God takes care of his own,
Blessings from above,
Forever together not on loan.


18 November, 2011

I Heard God Today

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I heard God today,
He called my name,
Continue my way,
Not for fortune or fame,

Jesus is coming someday,
for the poor and the lame,
continue to pray,
obey and stay the same,

As I knelt to pray,
I asked to serve,
and I heard God say,
go with spiritual verve.

Amen.

13 November, 2011

Cowboys....Unique Breed of Men

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Cowboys are a unique breed,
live and die by their own creed,

Life in the saddle is rough,
Cowboys have to be tough,

Winter cowboying is hard,
end of the day the Cowboy is tired,

Working daily with cattle,
is a constant satisfying battle,

Cowboys love their job,
hoping never to evolve,

into a teller of a tale,
of a Cowboy who never has to fail.

01 November, 2011

Aunt Crattie and Uncle John Martin

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Back in the late 1940s', my sister, Jaki and I, were baby-sat by an older couple, Mr & Mrs John Martin. We called her Aunt Crattie and him Uncle John. Mother would drop us off at their door early each morning, on her way to work. Aunt Crattie Martin would fix us hot tea, and make cornbread which we would crumble up; and, mix into peanut butter and syrup. We would then eat it with a spoon or fork. That was breakfast. I still eat cornbread that way sometimes. It was good for your constitution.

Unfortunately, Aunt Crattie and another lady were involved in a train and car accident at the south crossing of the railroad tracks in Davis in December of 1949. Aunt Crattie passed into God's heaven that day. I can remember that, like it was yesterday. I will be sixty-seven years of age exactly one month from today. I was barely five years of age when that happened. Uncle John, never remarried, and I believe we lost him in 1962.