Memories of My Soul

By Lyle C Summers

This book contains 32 original poems presented in five categories. The first is Just for Fun and contains writings that began with serious reflections and then were twisted by my inner poet into tongue-in-cheek rhyme. Three poems share some of my personal history growing up on the farm, and are served with a touch of nostalgia. The third section is motivational and the fourth is about the things that are special to me, and things I hope will touch the reader’s heart. The final section is a deep dive into a few of the major issues our nation faces in 2023.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9781669877066

Book preview

Just for Fun

The Laziest Hunter

When it’s open season for the deer

Nimrods leave with guns and gear.

They take their horses, jeeps, RVs

To get them up beyond the trees.

They swarm upon the hills like flies

Then spent the evenings telling lies

About the buck they shot last fall,

So huge they’ve not yet eaten it all.

They say, "It tastes as good as beef,

The jerky was beyond belief."

"Deer steaks fed some twenty men,

That four-point rack hangs in the den."

So you won’t think I’m critical,

let me just say I’m practical.

I love to hunt like all the rest,

I’ll have you know I’m among the best.

I know where those old deer hang out

And just what stalking’s all about,

But when it comes to shooting things

You can’t ignore the work that brings.

Those are not self-cleaning deer you know

And it’s five miles to camp through the snow.

And even if the horse gets through,

He will buck and rear until he’s blue

Because he doesn’t want no hide and rack

Reclining there upon his back.

Consider what the cost will be

To have it cut and wrapped, why gee!

The license cost, the gas, the hay,

The shells, the interest that you pay

On camper, trailer, four-wheel drive,

Why, it’ll eat you up alive!

The way to make the hunt more fun

Is simple: just don’t take a gun.

With a camera, you won’t get as tired,

permits and bullets are not required.

Shoot all the deer that you can find

Without the fuss, the sweat, the grind.

And leave the harvest of the herd

For those who need their egos stirred.

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To Church on Time

Mom:

"It’s time to get up. Go feed the pup,

bring the Sunday paper in.

Go comb your hair, get your socks off the chair,

Yes, I think the Jazz will win.

Find your shoe, get your best shirt too.

Your father can help too you know.

Let’s not be late, you know how I hate

to sit on the very front row."

Child:

"Well, here we are, left my crayons in the