Visions of How We Live: Bonus Edition

By Anne Ball

Poems, prose, and poetry: A collection of words with pauses, sighs, smiles and frowns - love lost and love found.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796066753

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Copyright © 2019 by Anne Ball.

ISBN:       Softcover             978-1-7960-6676-0

                 eBook                   978-1-7960-6675-3

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Rev. date: 10/24/2019

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CONTENTS

My Apology

Thank God

X-Mas

To All Who Serve Our Nation

Mr. Traffic Man

Rolle’s Song

One Night Before Christmas

Christmas Day

To the Firemen

The Fireman’s Judgment

Grandpa

Just One More

To our School Crossing Guards

In Memory of Doc Wood

Doreen’s Song

To C.A. (Shorty) Myers, upon his retirement, 1953

Off the Road Again

The Sentence

The Cost of Freedom

Country Music in My Soul (lyrics)

To all the Girls

Our Bill of Rights

Controlled

Good Old Country Feeling (lyrics)

Amtrak

Gypsy in My Soul

Drivers

A Wife

Halloween

Broken Vows

Friend

I Knew Your Faults

Going Away

The Light Is Always Shining

The Time Is Now

I Am

All I Get

A Song for Patty

A Song for Bill, the One True Love of My Life

Brotherly Love

Do What You Want To Do, Do, Do

Come on Honey, Let Me Your Lover Be

Every Day Give Something Away

Four Points

Haiku

Hold Me

Haiku’s

I Let You Slip Away

I’m Leaving

I’m Walking Out (lyrics)

I Never Thought (I’d Miss Being Married)

I Saw an Old Friend Today

It’s Time

I Won’t Tie You Down

Lead Me (lyrics)

Let’s Go Dancing

Let’s Not Say Goodbye

Leave Through That Door

Life’s too Short

Reap the Harvest

Return to Me (lyrics)

Scenery

Seasons

She

She Made Me See

Space of Time

Stay Home Blues (lyrics)

Tears of Fear

Televisions

The Garden of Rebirth

Thoughts of You

Today I Saw Your Face

To Know Me

Weather Wise

Travel

We’re through. I’ve had it

When He’s Gone (lyrics)

When I Sing

Where Did the Time Go?

Who Wants a Woman?

Why Do We Fight Each Other

Wild Child

Winter of Content

You Are a Dream (lyrics)

You Are My Lover, I Am His Wife

You Never

You Never Gave Me a Clue

You Should Know

Every Day Give Something Away

People I have met and places I have been,

Are things that used to be – a part of history.

Plans that I have made and pictures I have taken

In my travels here and there, I show I really care.

And when I go out of this place,

you won’t recall my face, but I did my best to

show and give Visions of How We Lived.

I was a Video Producer for over twenty years and

I saw and I heard a lot of stories and gossip and I wrote a lot about people I met and the tales I was told

can be told in this book… of love, pain, hurt, death etc.

Acknowledgements to my co-authors, my father Herman Hayward, my brother Steve and my pastor Bob Clark for wanting me to put my words into print, and my darling daughter Patricia Anne Button, my right-hand girl who did over my words and compiled, typed, edited and if not for her I would have left 40 journals of words to the burn pile. Thank you, Patty and Pastor Bob, for ‘egging’ me on.

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Anne Hayward-Ball 1988

My Apology

I’m sure my book is poorly written

And I may face much criticism.

To pay higher fees to edit me,

My book won’t get to the public to read.

I am poor and old and I want you all

To know my stories in poems.

For grammar skills I’m lacking

And all I’m asking is to please pay the price.

Read what I am saying.

These are the late years of my life

And time is not on my side.

This is the hardest thing that I have faced

To publish my poems of life and grace.

Please enjoy and forgive the typos I have made.

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Herman G. Hayward 1988

Thank God

Thank God, there is a Christmas

        Thanks for the Savior’s humble birth;

Thank God—each year, we hear the words,

        Peace, Good Will—on earth.

But, why Is the spirit of Christmas,

        Of such a short duration?

Why can’t it last throughout the year

        In the hearts of every nation?

Each year, there’s a spirit of giving,

        To everyone we love,

And a spirit of love and tenderness

        Which must come from Heaven, above.

Each year, for nigh two thousand years.,

        The story has been told;

But, each time, we hear of The Holy Birth,

        It’s a tale that will ne’er grow old.

Time cannot dim the Blessed story.

        "Though kingdoms falter and men dismay,

Re-kindled hope, we find in Jesus,

        Thank God—There is a Christmas day.