I can lock this notebook up in the fire safe and be done with it. Well really it's been something of a weird diversion, getting to know...

Or are they? Is it possible to tell from someone's poems what was really going on? QUENCHED FIRE If on this earth I cannot have my soul's...

When April with her violets gay and daffodils that gaily sway and dance in wind comes in Her laughter like a tinkling bell fills every...

I So soon the summer sun fades in the sky and dies. So soon man's youth is gone and life Is done! II Strangely the voice of one who's...

I used to try to write my songs of love, But that was long ago when love was new-- A tender plant that needed care and praise-- A...

for this crappy web site and they won't even let me log in. Finally I get in via Facebook. How much are these geeks getting paid per...

The blueberries are doing fine, knock on wood. I always knock on wood. Or say, "Lord willing." Or something to be humble. Because I...

I wanna say how I found the poems in this book. I knew where it was as Mother had sent it along with me with the groceries and other...

Remember last June, June 1939, when she was so sad about some kind of breakup and wrote several poems about it? Well Grandmother Madge...

she just knew she was going to die young as she had been sick and the doctors told her not to have children or a family or she would die....

Herald Hark! The call of Spring sounds in the little forsythia bells on the windswept hill. Madge Hall March 18, 1940 Reverie The...

XXII. How strange my love is. The more I give to you, it seems, the more for you I have in my heart. Madge Hall March 7, 1940

(Even more so on paper than in our real lives. Family members who die young get sainted, thus it was with her.) GALATEA TO PYGMALION 'Tis...

(yes there are lots) "I Sing My Songs to Thee--" I sing my songs to thee-- These words so light and free, Words meaning naught, and yet,...

A hidden handwritten limerick was found on the back of a page where one of Madge's poems was typed. First I'll put the poem here, then...

(That's how I think of Venus in Aries, they love like pirates. Don't ask me what that means. Truly I don't know, I can't tell you. It's...

(I don't know if my grandmother wrote these or not, but they are typed and handwritten in her three-ring black binder that I'm getting...

The March wind blew and howled at my door. It moaned and it cried, I could stand it no more. "Be quiet!" I shouted. "Go away. Leave my...

Alabama College -- 1938-9 There is a very little girl Who loves to act and play. She makes a joke of everything I ever do or say. Then...

My heart will not believe my mind Which knows that you'll be never mine. My mind accepts the fact as true-- And, oh, I wish my heart...