Dedicated to my brother Sam...


Rocking Nana Continued

My brother Sam read my Nana Ditty and then called me with his addition. It was a very emotional time between us. His addition adds richness and a deeper meaning to this ditty. It shows the importance we have in the lives of children to prepare them for their future, whatever it may bring. When I wrote the original piece, I needed a time for innocense. He, after reading it was brought back to a time of war, his experiences, and how he longed for the comfort of the days of his childhood. He needed a silly song.

the bulldog tugged
the frog leapt
the bee buzzed
and the ivy crept
the cricket sang
the hummingbird hummed
the kitten mewed
and the guitar strummed
making music in the air
wonders of life from my
rocking chair

rocking nana on the porch
in your bonnet rock some more
tell me stories with rhythm and rhyme
sing me a song about a silly time.

rock, rock, rock, rock

barking, squawking
honking, talking
playing, saying
singing, walking
chalking, chatting
chewing, spitting
hold up
there is no hitting
its not fitting
do my bidding
as I'm sitting

rocking nana on the porch
in your bonnet rock some more
tell me stories with rhythm and rhyme
sing me a song about a silly time.


rock, rock, rock, rock

~~~~~~~~~~

There was a time I did sleep
On Nana‘s lap oh so deep
Hearing songs I now repeat
Cause in my mind they’re so complete
With memories without deplete
That makes me long for her sweet song.

rock, rock, rock, rock

Sing along ‘till I get home
From foreign lands I now roam
Where rockets flashing
Bombs blasting
People dying
Children crying
Young men long
For your silly songs
That makes them feel
They’re on your lap
Safe and secure as they nap
With dreams of days
When they did play

When

the bulldogs tugged
the frog leapt
the bee buzzed
and the ivy crept
the cricket sang
the hummingbird hummed
the kitten mewed
and the guitar strummed
making music in the air
wonders of life from my
rocking chair

Kathy Lockhart and Sam Lockhart
9/28/06




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Written on 2006-09-28 at 17:17

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
You never know where or when God's hand is going to move. I remember the day Sam came home from Vietnam and came to the department store where I worked. I screamed when I saw him and nearly knocked him to the floor when I ran and jumped into his arms. This wonderful little song has me in a battle of emotions knowing what he went through and why he needed a little ditty where he was those many years ago. I am so proud to be sister to you both.
2006-09-29


lastromantichero
Katherine this is a wonderful poem and your talent to write is amazing rgds mike
2006-09-28


Arti
Ahh. Literary genius runs in this family of Lockharts. You should all really get together and publish. Or something like that. I rest my case....
2006-09-28


Rob Graber
A lullabye comes of age. Nice going, Sam and Kathy!
2006-09-28


wee2souls
lovely dedication!!
gotta love ROCKEN NANNA!!
rock on!!:)))))))))))
lovey and big hugerama's to you!!
muah
cindymac
2006-09-28