I watch the stars fade in and out
So patiently, night after night
And wonder why they’re so devout
And why they shine so clear and bright.
Sometimes I fear that cannot last
For even stars fall out of sight
Oh, what an image they have cast
With their eternal blinking light !
Today we rose to sunny skies
While not expecting some surprise
The winds that blew seemed well behaved
Tree limbs and branches all were saved.
Soon autumn will reach our front door
And summer breeze will blow no more
Before too long the year shall pass
Like shadows in the looking glass
Oh Lord, give all the pow’r to rise
Once more to sight sweet summer skies !
Now you and I have been around
Among these feelings we have found
Though they are not of wide import
Somehow we’ve managed to have caught
This glow that captures happiness
And triumphs love o’er great success
For life is more than what it seems
It’s smiles and hopes and all our dreams !
Red, fuscia, purple, lime and green
These are the colors to be seen
With yellow, orange, pink, white, blue
To celebrate the springlike view,
Around the corners, every shade
And tint of green the Lord has made.
A myriad of colors bright
To lighten up each local sight
How did the Lord know long before
The beauty of His world decor ?
We thank You, Lord, for this Your gift
You sure know how to spirits lift !
The wind, it whispers in the breeze
And blows its breath into the trees
It sings a song of joyousness
That’s gathered in the robin’s breast.
The mockingbird sounds crisp and curt
He does not wish a songbird hurt
And mimics all he can, but still
He stops short of the whip-poor-will,
You’ll hear the chorus of each bird
It is the best I’ve ever heard !
The world outside’s pristine and white
A sparkling, glistening joyous sight
There’s not a single moving thing
That to each surface snow won’t cling.
All silence shouts with one accord
Let’s take a moment to afford
God’s challenge that He brings to us
In life and times too glorious.
How little do we know or care
About this heritage we share
For all we love is there to see
The power of His majesty !
When I was but a child of three
My nana made costumes for me
Because I danced upon the stage
At such a very early age.
It was the time of childhood stars
And “black and whites” bout men from Mars
Now my grandpa, he sure could tap
He’d dance till dawn if people clapped.
It seemed so natural to me
To imitate what I did see
For years I danced my heart away
And if I could, I would today !
AT THE AGE OF 2 ( 1933 ) I BEGAN TAP LESSONS WITH
THE SWIFT SISTERS ON WASHINGTON ST. HOBOKEN, NJ
MY SISTER ( 9 YEARS YOUNGER ) STUDIED WITH BEN
BLUE AND RUBY KEELER AT JOURNAL SQUARE, J.C. STUDIO
ALL MY SONS STUDIED WITH BETTY BYRD HOCTOR IN
HOHOKUS, N.J. FOR THEIR EARLY YEARS AND MOVED ON TO
FRED KELLY’S STUDIO ON KINDERKAMACK ROAD IN ORADELL
FOR ADVANCED LESSONS. HE WAS GENE KELLY’S BROTHER !
THEY ALL DANCED AND STILL DO !
