long ago when dogs were pups and old men were boys.

 

SHANNON THOMAS CASEBEER

In A Nutshell

 

In a nutshell, I was born

Back in ‘fifty-one.

My tales are an eclectic blend,

Almost entirely penned in fun.

 

I write of youth and innocence.

I write of faith and joy.

I write of happy memories

From when I was boy.

 

I write of pets and special friends,

I’ve cherished through the years;

Of moments that still make me smile,

And others fraught with tears.

 

I write of love of country,

From a patriotic heart.

And I voice my disillusionment

As our county’s torn apart.

 

I celebrate my heritage,

And my love for what has passed,

I rejoice in those who choose to serve,

And I pray their triumphs last.

 

Oh, to be barefoot, freckled, and free,

And intoxicated with youth,

Finding joy in innocence,

And comforted by truth.

 

Oh, to mix and match my words

That others might rejoice,

and share the love of history

That gives my passion voice.

 

Oh, to find the perfect words

To touch the hearts of others,

To unite at last the family of man

That all men might be brothers.

 

That, in a nutshell, is the cause

To which my pen gives voice.

I hope to comfort those who grieve,

And help the world rejoice.

 

And so, I write of innocence,

And love, and faith, and joys,

In hopes of sparking memories

Of long ago when dogs were pups and old men were boys.

 

Shannon Thomas Casebeer

12-27-2020