Don't Change The Name!

 

Don't Change The Name!

© by Bud Lemire on Sept 26, 2021

Don't change the name!

This isn't a game

Some stupid people are to blame

For stirring up people, as that was their aim

Just think, if we changed a name because someone got hurt

Many of our states would have to change, because of that blurt

Many of our names, were taken from elsewhere

In the hopes that we'd honor, names that we share

We use the names in honor, in all that we do

We take pride in each nationality, with all we've been through

They've become a part of us, in the lives that we are living

Don't take away the names, that to us once were given

My nickname is Bud, which refers to a potato or a rose

If you take away the names, then anything goes

I think it's wise, to keep things as they are

We've been happy and content with them, so far

When you think of changing a name, use wisdom here

We'd start and never end, to many things we hold dear

Just think about where you live, and how it got its name

By changing it to something else, it wouldn't be the same

Some very ignorant people weren't thinking when they wanted

to change the name of something. Just think if someone decided

to change Escanaba, because it is a Native American name. I am

sure the Native Americans are proud that we honor them by using

a name in their language. As does everyone else. America became

America because of the Nationalities that make up this great nation.

Be proud of your nationality and all the names that make it what it is.

No offense needs to be taken.

Behind The Old Jailhouse

 

Behind The Old Jailhouse

© by Bud Lemire on Sept 17, 2021

Behind the old jailhouse, is a great place to be

I look out my window, to see what I can see

Friends skipping rocks, and having a good time

Precious is the moment, and that's a great sign

Cars and trucks stopping there, to pass the time away

Taking a break, from their normal humdrum day

Walking along and looking over the wall

Into the water, being careful they don't fall

Anywhere is special, so that would be this place

Meeting with others, another friendly face

A place to stop, whether on bike or in car

You can sit, and let your mind wander far

You can see the Battleships, that are in repair

The Municipal Dock isn't far from there

You can watch the sun, as it sets

Some even bring their pets

I've been there a few times too

Met some people wandering, that I knew

You make it better, by making it your own space

That's why behind the old jailhouse, is a special place

You can make any place your own space. Just being there

in the calming of your mind, and letting the worries of your

day fade away. I find many stop by there, just for a moment,

to let their minds wander elsewhere. To get away from their

normal day.

A Country Song

 

A Country Song

© by Bud Lemire on Sept 7, 2021

Sing along with me to a country song

Where everything in it, goes totally wrong

I'm sitting here at a bar, drinking a beer

My baby left me, that's why I came here

My dog was shot, and now he is dead

I sprung a leak, in my water bed

Just when I thought, things couldn't get worse

I forget all the words, to the very next verse

She said I cheated on her, but that isn't true

I truly believe she went really Koo Koo

She said she saw me, making love to her best friend

I was building a scarecrow, it's an old family trend

I don't know what she saw, but I tell you true

I did nothing wrong, I just wish I knew

She said I wasn't the man, she married years ago

We never married at all! And she called me Joe!

Dang it anyway! What can I say.

She never loved me anyway!

I could shoot a hole, in my cowboy hat

Next woman I love, better have a cat

Just a little song I put together in my mind

from all the country songs I've heard. When

things go wrong, cheating, your lover leaves you,

and your dog gets shot. And so much more. Never

tried this style, so here it is.

Chicken & Rice

 

Chicken & Rice

© by Bud Lemire on Sept 6, 2021

Chicken and rice

Sounds pretty nice

I'll have it today

With Basmati, my way

With a touch of garlic, and basil on the chicken

Makes my mouth water, for some really good licking

Basmati is from India, but some is grown here

The taste is so awesome, a rice I hold dear

I'll put the chicken, in the roaster my cousin gave to me

Cook it up real tender, like it always should be

The Rice Cooker, will cook at its own pace

It'll shut off when it's done, see the smile on my face

A little salad, will go perfect with this meal

A really great combination, is how I feel

The aroma of Basmati, has my taste buds dancing around

You'll find this rice at any grocery store, that's where its found

The Rice Cooker shut off, the chicken is done

The salad is made, that sure was fun

Now to sit down and eat, while I watch TV

Such a great meal, I'm so glad it's for me

When I lived in Washington state, I recall trying Basmati.

So when I got back to Escanaba, I found it, and have been eating it

ever since. If you like rice and haven't tried it yet, give

it a try. It's one of my favorites.