There Was A Bird Who Had Never Heard Of The Word Absurd
The bird who had never heard of the word absurd
Needed a place to sit
Because the chair he had didn’t even fit
But he had no sticks or stones
To build his throne.
“I’ll find a way, I’ll still build it”’ he said
I just have to think and use my head.
So he looked in his fridge
And found something there
And built his chair
Out of cheese and macaroni
And a little bit of baloney
The bird who had never heard of the word absurd
Wanted to explore the seven seas
But was in a tight, a pickle, a squeeze!
Cause he didn’t have a boat
That would stay afloat!
So he thought to himself, what will I do?
I have to sail the seven seas or maybe just two!
So he used his old noggin
Til an idea came a knockin
He got a watermelon
From from his farmer friend Helen
Carved out the middle
Then Let out a giggle
But he had no sail to get anywhere
So he made one out of his underwear!
Finally he was through
Building his melon canoe
Then he sat down inside it
It was just the right fit
And the Watermelon rind was cushy
And soft on his tushy.
And with a shove and a row
And a push with his toe
The Bird who never heard the word absurd
Christened his his ship
then was off on his trip
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Ode to my Dad, William Wesley Maynor, on the occasion of his 80th Birthday
In 1492 Columbus may have sailed the ocean blue,
But a real hero was born 500 years later in 1942
God blessed the world when, you see,
A wee baby was born to Fanny and WT.
In the summer of that year in Montgomery, Alabama
Little Bill came home to live with his Daddy and Mama.
And with his sister Peggy and his brother Tom,
He would grow up in a home that was peaceful and calm.
Except one day when he and Tom were playing in a field
And instead of using his brother as a shield
He would see how fast his little legs could run
When he heard some bullies yell, “Get the little one!”
But as the years went by God began to unfold his plan
and show the world there was nothing little about this man.
He received an education at Belhaven College
But there he found more than just book knowledge.
It was there that Bill met Maryhelen, the love of his life,
Who, after graduating became his adoring wife.
An epic love story began which surpassed and overlooked
The love told about in many story books.
They made their life together and soon there after
God called Bill to become a pastor.
So to Seminary they went and lived at RTS
What happened next no one would guess.
Four sons came along one after another,
A genius named Brian and then came two others,
Andy and Allen the twins, one messy the other neater,
Then four years later came the little one named Peter.
An incredible father he is and what a godly example he set for his boys,
He taught them about the Lord and gave them their greatest joys.
All four of them are Christians and walk closely with their God,
This is because of the seeds their father sowed in their hearts sod.
He got his Bachelors from Belhaven and Masters from Delta State with Maryhelen by his side,
Then got a Doctorate from Alabama which is why he yells, Roll Tide!
God has put many churches under Bill’s leadership and caring charge
To teach and care for the His Saints and the knowledge of him to enlarge.
“He is a faithful pastor and well-spoken preacher!”, all of them would say,
All his congregants love him and cherish him even to this day.
Visiting people in their homes when sick and not doing well,
Guiding the hurting through hard times and of God’s love he would tell
and point people to Jesus Christ the Savior, their only hope and peace
And of their burdens and cares he would help them release.
Bailey, Cleveland, Shaw, Eutaw, Collinsville, and Salem just to name a few,
To name all the people he has blessed I would not have time to do.
But I can speak for myself as his friend and as his son,
No one has made such a difference in my life as this man has done.
He has blessed my life in more ways than I can say
And has made me into the man I am today.
I could never repay the good he has done to me, in a million years I would still owe
For to me he is more then Father and best friend, he is my forever hero.
Andrew William Maynor July 2,2022
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Beneath the glass, in water’s dance,
Two frogs drift in a dreamlike trance.
One pale and light, like moon’s soft glow,
One dark as earth, with skin aglow.
Upon the stone, the darker rests,
With speckled back and patient chest.
Its limbs spread wide, in still repose,
As if it guards the world it knows.
Above, the pale one floats with grace,
A ghostly shape in liquid space.
Its webbed feet fan the silver light,
A dancer poised in quiet flight.
Together in their small domain,
They share the water, stone, and rain.
A pair, so different yet so near,
Their silent world, both bright and clear.
Oh little frogs behind the glass,
May time drift slow, may moments pass
In rippled peace, in shadows deep,
Where ancient waters rock you to sleep.
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