Jean O'Neal Floyd Poems

T.R. was young, healthy, happy and smart.
He loved rodeoing with all his heart.
He came to Shawnee with hopes running high.
He didn't know it was going to be his time to die.
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Little boys, lots of noise,
Scattered toys, lots of joys.
A kiss and a hug, a spill on the rug,
In their pockets a frog or a bug,
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In a dream, late one night
I had wings and took to flight.
Over clouds and thru the stars
Past Saturn, Jupiter and Mars.
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