Mr. Hartzog

A Life well lived
Always something to give,
And never a word to discourage.

Always a kind word
Never wanting to disturb,
Trying always to encourage.

His life, his Love, his Laughter
Have continued to live long after,
The ninety Five years that he spent here.

Totally Full of Grace
Usually cheering others on in life's races,
And never of an enemy did I hear.

He was forever a Friend to others
Considered all, his Sisters and Brothers,
And Loved his Lord with all his Heart.

Never a better Man will be found
Even if you look this world around,
He was one of God's Angels right from the start.

Nancie Norton 6/5/2011"

Rainy Days and Poetry

Rainy days and poetry
Well they just kind of go together
That's not the only time I write though
I can write in any kind of weather

Just seems like Inspiring words
Fall on me with every drop of rain
Inspiration abounds Imagination and soul,
a combination, hard to explain

Thoughts rush in so many things to think of, I find
Feelings and emotions
Hopes and dreams
in this literary mind

I put them on paper
For everyone to see
Kinda like searching through my heart
sharing Heartwords of the one I call me.

I hope that in some way you'll find
A Peace within you from the words I write
As I journey through this poetic blend
Of helping words, that God provides.

Come with me now, on this journey
As I search through my Heart, soul, and being,
for words, soul to soul, given by the one
Who's all knowing, and all seeing.

He knows that some of the things that I write
are things others can relate to
Feelings, emotions, , and dreams
to touch the one that he calls you..

Written By: Nancie Norton

The Old Home Place

Stories of Love,
Stories of loss
Old house, Old trees
Limbs heavy with moss,

Days Gone by
Times long past,
Swingin' on the tire swing
High and fast,

Memories flood in
As I get nearer,
Times from my childhood
Remembered, get dearer,

Window panes missin'
Door hangin' on one hinge,
Breezes blow the tattered curtains
By that window was a lamp with fringe,

The squeaky old screen door
Long ago gone,
I can still see Granny standing there
Callin' to us "Ya'll come Home"

Cotton fields on one side
Corn fields on the other,
Runnin' up that old dirt road
With cousins, Sister and Brother,

The smell of Butterbeans, Ham and Biscuits
Wafting through the air,
We each wanted to be the first
To get that cowhide chair,

Old wood bench
A big wooden table so long,
Pie safe in the corner
Man, that Apple pie sure smells strong,

Anticipating all the good tastes
While Grace is being said,
Visions of Pie and whip cream
Dancing through my little head,

As thoughts drifted to after supper
And the fun that we'd have then,
Thoughts of tag, Hide and seek, and chasing Fireflies
Came just before "Amen"

Adults catchin' up on things
That had happened in their lives,
We'd listen with passing interest
All the while watching for the darkening skies

Full moon and Children laughing
On an Alabama Summer's night,
The memories of those times
Still bring me such delight.

Written By: Nancie Norton
June 1, 2011