THE JOLLY RANCHERS

THE JOLLY RANCHERS

Roger A. Davis

La Hacienda in K.U. town
Is next to the bus stop for Greyhound
A wainscot brick yellow garaged duplex
To the west, the kids’ nightclub “The Ranch” is next

A bus stop is across the street in Pick-N-Pay convenience store’s parking lot
Where Conoco fuel is bought
They also offer 25¢ air
It closes at 11:00 p.m.; but their lights leave a big glare

Dillons is two plus blocks to the west
There goes James - no matter the weather, it is for him no big test
City busses run on 6th Street, too
All over Lawrence, they haul the crimson and blue

Our address is 2537 Bremer Drive
(Lawrence, KS 66049)
Where, once again, we have survived
Write us, friends old and new
We’ve got plenty of time to answer you

PLAYING CATCH

PLAYING CATCH

Roger A. Davis

The flight of a ball
Says it all
When the receiver is your son
Whether the ball is caught or not, it is pure fun

GOD WENT COUNTRY ON THE CROSS

GOD WENT COUNTRY ON THE CROSS

Roger A. Davis

The combination of the blues and all the love of us’ems hues
Can Country become distinct?
Nah, it’s Eden’s missing link
Eden is Prairie Prose
Where The Word became flesh and overcame all His foes
Prose, rhythm and song
Hey! Let us all get along
For The Maker has come back and He is on His throne
The Grand Ole Opry is His tone!
You name them, they’re all there
Minnie Pearl to Fred Astaire
Why is it Country?
All creatures great and small
He made them all
Yet, it’s a baby in a manger so meek and mild
And Our Father creator started this world as a child
Yes, as The Creator
There was a rectal traitor
Gunfights at the O.K. Corral, wars and rumors, too
Fallen nature through and through
So, Eden’s sod
Was no longer home for God
Heaven bound until the Son of Man brought back the Bride on a groom’s quest
For us and the rest
The Father! is here now and the whole world has gone Country
Saving the best for last?
Heck no!
It’s ham and beans; molasses, too
Peach cobbler, rye bread, sand plum jelly – eat until your face is blue
“Come on, partners, gather round”
For an old-fashioned hoedown

SENIOR NIGHT

SENIOR NIGHT

Roger A. Davis

Reed, Little, Morningstar
KU fans come from afar
Like Bob, Carol, Ted and Alice
To the Phog palace

Some worshipped via TV; for me, it was 104.9
Bob Davis, describing the divine
Journal’s newspaper coverage of the event
Helps us appreciate the sacred covenant

The boys standing with families among the flowers thrown
Speeches coming; laud, laughs and tears will set the tone
For many of us, it’s the best game of the year
Now, God, please … at Final Fours may we appear

FORGETTING THE BLESSING

FORGETTING THE BLESSING

Roger A. Davis

Forgetting the blessing, we ain’t talking before a meal
A savory sigh or burp seals the deal
We’re talking the privilege to serve
Being humbled enough to know it is God’s power in you
It’s your only reserve

You are a unique instrument wonderfully made
Forgetting the blessing is this feeling
“I have so much to do before I can rest
You know I’ve got to be my better best”

Grace says He made this day with discordant notes or a gentle symphony
And all you’ve got to do is be me

HOMETOWN HUMOR

HOMETOWN HUMOR

Roger A. Davis

Sunday funnies spread on Mom and Dad’s bed
Later, Papa Grace throwing dinner rolls at your head
Pass the butter dish with a twist
Oops! Buttered hand; pound the other fist

A trilogy of youth memory treasures
The simple hometown life pleasures
To share this in a comforting way
Is what I live for every day