Around the Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end.
Yet days go by and weeks rush on.

And before I know it a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend's face
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine, we were younger then
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired with playing a foolish game
Tired with trying to make a name.
Tomorrow I say, "I will call on Jim,
But tomorrow comes...... and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows,
Around the corner ... yet miles away...
"Here's a telegram, Sir."
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get... and deserve in the end...
Around the corner,  a vanished friend.

Author Unknown

This was was given to me by a dear friend who has since passed away
Thank you Clay Grant ... I have had this for many years since you gave it to me, you will never be forgotten,  and I wanted to share it with my friends.

My Little Wild Bird

                                     My Little Wild Bird

              Here's the story of my little wild bird and how he came to be with me.

One day Bobby and I were at Sam's Wholesale and we had been shopping, and just about the time 

Bobby got the flatbed unloaded into the car ..We could hear this bird just chattering on and on, I said boy oh boy that bird sure is noisy.  Well lo and behold here comes the little fella, flies down,

lands on the flat bed, Bobby reaches down to pet it and it jumps up on his hand.  Bobby tried to 

get a couple of people take it home since it was a really young baby. No one wanted it so Bobby 

took it over in the bushes and left it and as he turned around to come back to the car I said it 

isn't going to work, he says why, I said look behind you ... the little guy was hopping right behind him

              We decided to bring him home with us. The little guy acted like he was starving to death, so

I gave him half of a grape I had bought earlier, he ate and ate as hard as he could all the way back to 

the house.  I put him in a little cage and he was happy, I had plans of letting him go after he had 

reached maturity but he had a damaged wing so I was worried that he wouldn't be able to make it out 

in the wild.  Oh Yes.... we named him Sammy Joe due to finding him at Sam's.

             I took his cage out and hung him out on a tie on the porch everyday when the weather 

permitted, but then one day I didn't get him hung up good, the cage fell and he hit the ground, and 

away he went.

I was really upset but I thought that must have been the way it was suppose to be and now I don't 

have to make the decision whether to let him go or not. 

            I left his cage out with the door open, hoping he would come back at least to eat, but nowhere 

did I see him for the rest of the day, so I figured he was gone for good.

            The phone rang the next day and it was Mary, my neighbor that lives about a mile away, calls 

me and says ... do you still have Sammy Joe?  So I told her the story of me dropping him and him 

flying away.  She told me that her neighbor was out in the yard and this little bird came and sat on his 

arm and wouldn't go away. He didn't like all kinds of crazy animals so he took the little bird over to 

Mary because he knew she took in all kinds of strays.  She says to me " I think I have him right here."

I will bring him right down and you can see if it is him or not.  Here she comes and sure enough it 

was little Sammy Joe, that made my decision of whether he needed to be turned loose into the wild or 

not. The Little guy was all beat up, he had a hole in his back, some of his feathers was missing, and 

he was totally worn out.  

           He slept all day long,  he didn't sing for a week ( I forgot to mention that he has the most 

beautiful song that he sings every day) but now he is back to his old self and I have him on a more 

secure hook, he visits with the other birds when they come to eat out of the bird feeder.  Also the 

humming birds come up to his cage and look at him really close, it is funny to watch. 

That is the story of my little Wild Bird!!