In My Own Write

<I wrote this because so many critics wanted to crucify this conservative talk show host because he had a problem with addiction to prescription drugs…something I understand. He was man enough to admit it to his fans and tell it like it is…as he always has done. For that reason, I have the utmost respect for him. > When a man so many admire…makes a grave mistake There is so much viciousness…and ugliness for social sake Yet what is never really seen…is his human soul inside In spite of all his worldly charm…he is on a frightening ride His journey takes him to a place…where everything seems fine But body, mind and spirit burdened….with pain – a significant sign Yet he continues onward….persevering with inner strength As science has provided him….less agony at any length The gift of modern medicine….has aided the human race But often times a price is paid….with a challenge one must face For him, it entered cautiously….like a thief late at night Soon it was all-consuming….but he didn’t know to fight So very swift and charming…..this hero he was claimed It was easy to point fingers….and it was easy to place blame What was not so understood….were chemicals plus one victim That quietly inhabited his body….dependency, then addiction It never meant other than….his pain was kept at bay As far as he could recognize….he got through another day When critics came to censure him….attempting to disgrace He courageously told his audience….of a problem that he faced What this really shows here….is true measure of a man Meeting a problem head-on, getting help….with support from his fans There will always be those….who will mumble and will grumble Because they are only gratified….WHENEVER A HERO STUMBLES. M.Clary November 18, 2003

COFFEE ROOM RULES IF YOU’RE A TAKER……BE A MAKER IT’S JUST THE RIGHT THING TO DO. WHEN YOU POUR YOURSELF THAT CUP ANOTHER’S COURTESY WAS FOR YOU! IF THE POT HAS A LITTLE BIT LEFT PLEASE, TAKE IT OFF THE BURNER. AS AN EMPLOYEE IN HIGH TECH YOU SHOULD BE A QUICK LEARNER! IF YOU COMPLY……YET MAKE A MESS YOU TRULY ARE NOT ALONE. IT’S WHEN YOU DON’T CLEAN UP AFTERWARDS WE CAN IMAGINE WHAT IT’S LIKE AT HOME! SO SHOW A LITTLE THOUGHTFULNESS TAKE YOUR TURN AND DON’T BE AFRAID. TRY HARD TO KINDLY REMEMBER NO ONE HERE IS YOUR PERSONAL MAID! M. Clary September, 2003

This should be sung to the tune: "My Favorite Things" Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..frozen and cold Look for Home Baked Classics at your food stop Supermarket, grocery or wherever you shop Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..those flavors unfold Crusty French Dinner Rolls they're sure to please Those Butter-Tastin' Biscuits or Cheddar-Garlic cheese Once you bake ‘em…..once you taste ‘em You might have one more Just simply remember…..if you should run out You’ll find plenty left, at the store. Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..they're good as gold You'll find them in the freezer section Bake 'em in a toaster-oven or convection Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..served in baskets or bowls Buttermilk, Southern Style: oh what a taste I can reassure you they won't go to waste Once you bake ‘em…..once you taste ‘em You might have one more Just simply remember…..if you should run out You’ll find plenty leffffffffttttttttt, at the store !! M. Clary October, 2003

I thought I had experienced Everything in this land For weeks ‘n weeks I heard Hal Jay Talk about something so grand He mentioned where he found them In the grocery freezer section So I just took it upon myself And listened for further direction Hal said these were the finest And wife, Ann, would never lie Said they were better than she could make Only the best for her guy So I thought I'd pay them mind Went to the grocery store I parked my truck right in front Of the double sliding doors I bought four bags of frozen dough PILLSBURY printed on the label I took them home 'n baked them up Biscuits 'n rolls upon the table They were good and oh so yummy Momma couldn't believe I baked She called in all the kinfolk, said "There must be some mistake!" "This girl is no kitchen queen Why she can't boil water But she's outdone her Momma Oh what's become of my daughter?!" They all sat down for supper Couldn't believe that homemade taste That came from store-bought biscuits 'n rolls Not one went to waste So take some wise advice, my friends As "ODE's" will come and go Eat PILLSBURY FROZEN BISCUITS And PILLSBURY FROZEN ROLLS M. Clary October, 2003

COTTONFIELDS, ORCHARD YIELDS ALFALFA, FRESHLY CUT ONE-TEN DEGREES AND BUMBLE BEES SCREEN DOORS, NEVER SHUT SHORT-SLEEVED SHIRTS, CLODS OF DIRT SUNBURN ON A FACE COUNTY FAIRS AND SWIMMING BARE A SECRET HIDING PLACE STARLIT NIGHTS, MOSQUITO BITES BULLFROGS ON A POND HORSES GRAZING, TIME FOR DAZING END OF SUMMER…GONE M. Clary 1962

RAIN, RAIN POURING DOWN FALLING SWIFTLY UPON THE GROUND PERKING UP THE FIELDS, THE FLOWERS MOMENTARILY, SOMETIMES FOR HOURS M. Clary 1961

"Old Man, Old Man Where are you from? Tell me about life When you were young." "The Buckeye State" 'What's that you say?' "Things were simpler Back in those days." "Old Man, Old Man What hurts you so?" "Children gone now that I'm old." "I'm ready to die now They no longer care. Life's not worth living No more can I bear." "Old Man, Old Man Open your mind! I care, Old Man I am your kind." M. Clary 1976

HE DID NOT HAVE A FAMILY WE NEVER KNEW HIS NAME HE DIDN'T CARE TO TELL US JUST FROM WHERE HE CAME HOWEVER, HE HAD ONE FRIEND A BOTTLE OF CHEAP WINE THAT HE KEPT TIGHTLY WRAPPED IN BROWNISH CLOTH AND TWINE SOME DAYS HE'D WORK VERY HARD MOSTLY, HE WOULD LAZE THERE WERE TIMES WE'D FIND HIM SLUMPED AND IN A DAZE THEN ONE DAY WE SAW HIM SMILE FOR SOMEONE CHOSE TO CARE INSIDE HIS JALOPY, A COOKIE TIN A NOTE: "WITH YOU THIS I SHARE" AS HE BIT INTO THE TREATS MUCH TO HIS SURPRISE WHAT HE THOUGHT WERE CHOCOLATE DROPS TURNED OUT TO BE MUD PIES THEN WE HEARD HIM LAUGH OUT LOUD THE TEARS SO FILLED HIS EYES SOON A GIFT CAME TO THE HOUSE AN APRON, LITTLE GIRL SIZE M.Clary 1963

THEY DRIVE OLD CARS AND LIVE IN SHACKS THERE LAUGHTER IS CONTAGIOUS YET DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY YEARN FOR THINGS, WITHOUT TORN PAGES? THEIR SKIN IS PARCHED, THE SUN IS HOT THEY HOLD TIN CUPS OF WATER AS I APPROACH, THEY SMILE AND SAY: "MORNIN' BOSS'S DAUGHTER" THESE SIMPLE FOLK, I'VE KNOWN FOR YEARS THEY'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO LOYAL THOUGH WORK IS HARD, I'VE HEARD THEM SAY: "WHAT IS WORK, WITHOUT TOIL?" M. Clary 1963

SPRING A time To awaken to the beauty of life To refresh the senses To be as a flower, opening its petals to greet a morning. SUMMER A time To be involved with life To make sunshine To mature in its light, bearing the fruit of our being. AUTUMN A time To endure life To experience To accept change, as do leaves that fall from the trees of the earth WINTER A time To reflect upon life To be at peace To possess leisure, attending every phenomenon of nature. M. Clary 1988