FAREWELL

FAREWELL

By L. J. Ernster © March, 1989

The time has come to say Farewell,
To our friends of many years,
But on happy old times, I will briefly dwell, At the risk of an eye full of tears.
I remember the days of the Square Dance Calls, Promenade and left Alamand,
The whoops and hollers that rang off the walls When the caller sang "Right and left grand.
I think of the days on the golf course,
Of the chips and the putts and the drives, I feel those times were often the source, That brought the best days of our lives.
But the happiest days were those that we spent,
Out on the desert so wide,
From the slab we would, on our bikes go hell bent, Off to Soggy and back we would ride.
So, here's to our friends,
We wish you all well,
Come visit us soon,
Until then,--- Farewell.


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SILENT PLEA

SILENT PLEA

By L. J. Ernster

© November 14, 1988

Mother, Mother, hear my plea, Don't take my precious life from me. The right to life is God's to give, I beg you mother, let me live.

Don't listen to the things they tell, That I am but a bloody cell.

Don't hear them when they try to say, I'm just a stain to wipe away.

From here within your womb I cry,

I'm oh so much too young to die, And if you do not hear my plea, This is the fate in store for me.

I'll never learn to laugh or cry, Or love mom, flag and apple pie. I'll never climb upon your knee, Or giggle when you tickle me.

I'll never see the light of day, Or learn to walk, or run and play. I'll never hear a Robin sing,

Or see a fledgling Wren take wing.

The only thing I'll ever feel,

Will be the pain of cold, hard steel, As it cuts the life from me.

Mother, Mother, hear my plea. 

© November 14, 1988, Renamed Oct. 19, 1990., Revision © October 18, 1994

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FRIENDS

FRIENDS

By L. J. Ernster © October 6, 1988

Up in the Lost Sierra,

Where the mountains meet the sky,

Live our dear friends, Charles and Virginia, On a hill where the Lord is nigh.

Their home stands like a steeple,

On that mountainside above,

And the Lord knows these fine people, Are always thought of with love.

Their kindness and love we shall never forget,

Though the years have swept us apart, The things we shared are with us yet, Just as they were at the start.

We traveled a trail with many bends, High above Huntington Lake. Without the help of our good friends, 'Twas a trip we never could take.

We thought of them as our teachers, Though not teaching two times two.

They taught us all about friendship,

And the things that good friends do.

They are friends to all our kinder,

Our kinder are their friends,

Pray God this friendship tender, Goes on and never ends. 

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SPEAKER

SPEAKER

By L. J. Ernster

© May 26, 1988

With baited breath We sit and wait, And hope the speaker won't be late.

We pray his voice is crisp and clear,

So that each word he speaks we hear.

We wish the things he has to say, Will cheer us up and make our day.

We bid the speaker, "Be a sport,

Keep the message sweet and short". 

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IF

"IF"

By L. J. Ernster © December, 1987

If the sun goes down in the morning,
And comes back up at night, Will the world turn upside down,
And wrong things come out right?
Will the bad guys beat the good guys, And the villains get the girl?
If you throw it into a pigsty,
Will a pig really eat a Pearl?
Will the Army love the Navy, And Sailors admire Marines?
Will Airmen walk where they're going, And live on a diet of beans?
No, as long as the world keeps turning, After we're all long gone. The sun will go down at twilight, And come back up at dawn.
The good guys still will win in the end, The ladies will marry our heros. The self centered people that never bend, Will still wind up ciphers, (that's Zeros).

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WHO

WHO

By L. J. Ernster © 1961

Who is the angel,

Sent me from above,

By God in his Heaven, To have and to love?

Who is my heartbeat, The life of my soul? My reason for living, My life‟s only goal?

Who makes me happy,

And makes life worthwhile,

By the light in her eyes,

As she grants me a smile.

Who is this dear one?

Why must I ask “Who”? When everyone knows, My Darling, it‟s you. 

( This is the last of the four “Rediscovered” poems written in 1961, while attending a technical school at the Old Elston Ave. plant of Interchemical Corporation, which

later became INMONT Corp. then was sold to the Japanese who shut it down.)

{There are still earlier documents somewhere in the archives. When they are located, they will be added to this collection} 

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WHY I LOVE YOU

WHY I LOVE YOU

By L. J. Ernster © 1961

You‟re the youngest of the young at heart, The fairest of the fair.

You‟re the sweetest of the sweetest girls, For you I‟ll always care.

You‟re the loveliest of the lovelies, The kindest of the kind. The truest of the truest loves, You‟re always on my mind.

You‟re the reason for my living, The life blood of my soul. To make each day a happy one, For you dear is my goal.

You‟re the dearest of my dear ones, The love light of my life.

May I always have you by my side, My darling, angel, wife.

(Another, of the items I wrote while at the Ink School in Chicago, during the first three months of 1961.) 

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