Becky Lucht

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Becky Lucht

Winter takes time it seems,
when hoping for an early spring
Still have hard work to do.
Tired of the ice and snow,
watching for the corn to grow,
waiting for the coffee to brew.

Anxiously cross off each date.
You have no choice but to wait.

Children yearn to be old.
Wisdom comes with many years.
A path everyone must choose.
The second hand goes around.
Futures longing to be found.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Many spend their life alone.
The lucky find someone.

I Still recall the day.
Finally Brave enough to say,
“May I spend a lifetime with you?”
We share our joy and tears.
Days turn to months then years.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Good times, and stories told,
but when did I grow old?

Thankful to have family near,
during my golden year’s.
My children now have children too.
I pause each day to pray,
hoping they will visit me.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Early in life time moves slow.
Elders wonder where did it go.

The Earth goes around the sun.
Memories of things you’ve done.
Age changes ones point of view.
I once thought time moved slow.
Watching for the corn to grow.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Waiting for the Coffee to Brew

While camping in the forest,
I smelled a skunky scent.
A wild man from the mountains
Visited my tent.
The night was erie quiet.
No no frogs or chirping birds.
thumping through the trees,
a growl & whistle heard

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax,
I saw a Sasquatch

8 foot tall and burley
Body full of hair.
As he approached
Believe me, I was scared.

Beard down to his belly.
Six fingers on each hand.
His feet were enormous.
Walked upright like a man.

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax
I saw a Sasquatch.

He stomped and growled
Then pole vaulted a tree
I watched him and wondered
if he was watching me.
Shaking in my boots
Knees getting weak
swallowed my tobacco,
ran into the creek.

Half human, half gorilla.
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax
I saw a Sasquatch.

Not a monkey suit of muscles
A shadow on a tree.
Not a bear, or ape or
Mama in a hoodie.

Bigfoot, Yeti
abominable snowman.
They’ve taken blurry photos
Got freaked out turned and ran

No one believes the stories.
Every case dismissed.
Smart phone, trail camera
can’t prove he exists.

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax,
I saw a Sasquatch

I Saw a Sasquatch


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Winter takes time it seems,
when hoping for an early spring
Still have hard work to do.
Tired of the ice and snow,
watching for the corn to grow,
waiting for the coffee to brew.

Anxiously cross off each date.
You have no choice but to wait.

Children yearn to be old.
Wisdom comes with many years.
A path everyone must choose.
The second hand goes around.
Futures longing to be found.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Many spend their life alone.
The lucky find someone.

I Still recall the day.
Finally Brave enough to say,
“May I spend a lifetime with you?”
We share our joy and tears.
Days turn to months then years.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Good times, and stories told,
but when did I grow old?

Thankful to have family near,
during my golden year’s.
My children now have children too.
I pause each day to pray,
hoping they will visit me.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Early in life time moves slow.
Elders wonder where did it go.

The Earth goes around the sun.
Memories of things you’ve done.
Age changes ones point of view.
I once thought time moved slow.
Watching for the corn to grow.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Waiting for the Coffee to Brew

While camping in the forest,
I smelled a skunky scent.
A wild man from the mountains
Visited my tent.
The night was erie quiet.
No no frogs or chirping birds.
thumping through the trees,
a growl & whistle heard

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax,
I saw a Sasquatch

8 foot tall and burley
Body full of hair.
As he approached
Believe me, I was scared.

Beard down to his belly.
Six fingers on each hand.
His feet were enormous.
Walked upright like a man.

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax
I saw a Sasquatch.

He stomped and growled
Then pole vaulted a tree
I watched him and wondered
if he was watching me.
Shaking in my boots
Knees getting weak
swallowed my tobacco,
ran into the creek.

Half human, half gorilla.
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax
I saw a Sasquatch.

Not a monkey suit of muscles
A shadow on a tree.
Not a bear, or ape or
Mama in a hoodie.

Bigfoot, Yeti
abominable snowman.
They’ve taken blurry photos
Got freaked out turned and ran

No one believes the stories.
Every case dismissed.
Smart phone, trail camera
can’t prove he exists.

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax,
I saw a Sasquatch

I Saw a Sasquatch

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Winter takes time it seems,
when hoping for an early spring
Still have hard work to do.
Tired of the ice and snow,
watching for the corn to grow,
waiting for the coffee to brew.

Anxiously cross off each date.
You have no choice but to wait.

Children yearn to be old.
Wisdom comes with many years.
A path everyone must choose.
The second hand goes around.
Futures longing to be found.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Many spend their life alone.
The lucky find someone.

I Still recall the day.
Finally Brave enough to say,
“May I spend a lifetime with you?”
We share our joy and tears.
Days turn to months then years.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Good times, and stories told,
but when did I grow old?

Thankful to have family near,
during my golden year’s.
My children now have children too.
I pause each day to pray,
hoping they will visit me.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Early in life time moves slow.
Elders wonder where did it go.

The Earth goes around the sun.
Memories of things you’ve done.
Age changes ones point of view.
I once thought time moved slow.
Watching for the corn to grow.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.

Waiting for the Coffee to Brew

While camping in the forest,
I smelled a skunky scent.
A wild man from the mountains
Visited my tent.
The night was erie quiet.
No no frogs or chirping birds.
thumping through the trees,
a growl & whistle heard

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax,
I saw a Sasquatch

8 foot tall and burley
Body full of hair.
As he approached
Believe me, I was scared.

Beard down to his belly.
Six fingers on each hand.
His feet were enormous.
Walked upright like a man.

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax
I saw a Sasquatch.

He stomped and growled
Then pole vaulted a tree
I watched him and wondered
if he was watching me.
Shaking in my boots
Knees getting weak
swallowed my tobacco,
ran into the creek.

Half human, half gorilla.
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax
I saw a Sasquatch.

Not a monkey suit of muscles
A shadow on a tree.
Not a bear, or ape or
Mama in a hoodie.

Bigfoot, Yeti
abominable snowman.
They’ve taken blurry photos
Got freaked out turned and ran

No one believes the stories.
Every case dismissed.
Smart phone, trail camera
can’t prove he exists.

Half human, half gorilla
Froze in fear I watched.
It’s not a hoax,
I saw a Sasquatch

I Saw a Sasquatch


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Singer/songwriter, plays Banjo and guitar, folk, country, gospel, bluegrass music.

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