Bluebirds and Butterflies

Bluebirds and Butterflies

Often times we see our kids 

And think how we've been blessed,

"Don't know what we would do"

We have oft confessed.

"If God had not sent them to us

To share their love and joys",

It matters not whether they

Are little girls, or little boys.

Like God's creations in the air

That fly throughout the skies,

Kids are really nothing more,

Than bluebirds and butterflies

Scattered toys and games are all

In our fondest thought,

Our kids have blessed us everyday,

In ways that we never sought.

But life is short and kids grow up

Toys and games are left behind,

 Memories are stirred within,

Our hearts are silver lined.

Like God's creations in the air

That fly throughout the skies,

Kids are really nothing more,

Than bluebirds and butterflies.

Beautiful and filled with love

They dart across our souls,

They leave their mark upon our hearts

And fill the countless holes.

If one perchance, does leave this earth

And go to a fairer land,

We simply try to trust and hope

That one day we’ll understand.

Like God's creations in the air

That fly throughout the skies,

Kids are really nothing more,

Than bluebirds and butterflies

And so we watch and hope to see

The things that makes us sigh,

Like the face of a lost loved one

In a bluebird,.....or butterfly.....

Coach Patterson's Philosophy

One, by One

“Play them as they come, and when the day is done

Then all you have to do, is win the game by one”

Seniors show the path and lead the mighty purple host

All fall in behind, the freshmen learn the most

You cannot help the fact that some will fall away

Just do your job and win this one to live another day

Critics quickly slam you down and tell you what you’re not,

Reach way down and prove them wrong, every tittle, every jot

Horned Toads don’t give up, man, they do their part and more

For years we’ve fought the fight and landed on the shore

"Just play them as they come, and when the day is done,

Then all you have to do, is win the game by one"

By David Warbritton Sr.

  

Butterflies and bluebirds

Butterflies and Bluebirds

Another little girl I prayed

Is what I really need

Two boys I already have

No more required-Indeed!

For girls are soft and full of curls

With dresses lined in ruffles,

Bats and balls and boyish things

Aren't needed in their duffles

They're butterflies and bluebirds
Who light up their beauteous spaces,

And all the world around them

Wear smiles upon their faces

And Lo! the wish was granted

Number four was not a laddie

A precious wee-little lass she was

And forever loved by Daddy.

(Written on the occasion of my baby girl's birthday in 2019. Sweet Amy.)