Swampyville's - You're the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words

or use your own words.

Bell, could, died, down, ground, lied, should, yell.

Buried Alive!

By L Don Oliver

No breath to take,

Before we go ____;

Interred by "their" Justice,

In the cold, cold, ______;

Believe in what they say,

Of that which you ______;

For they know much better,

Than you ever _____;

For we are dead,

Before we have ____;

Believing in "their" truth,

That they have ____;

Ding, Ding, Ding,

Ring the _____;

"All is well",

The false ones _____;

Previous Poem.

"Whoo-Whoo"!

By L. Don Oliver

We all called him "Whoo-Whoo",

No purer person you will ever find;

Every morning we would gather,

To watch him chugging down the line;

Every morning we would pump our fists,

Like little children are oft to do;

He would pull his imaginary whistle chain,

Then go, "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo";

"Whoo-Whoo" was a slow learner,

And he wasn't very smart;

One thing that he did possess,

Was a great big loving heart;

The little money he made,

From clearing vacant lots,

To him that wasn't a great feat;

Each morning he would buy bread,

For all the little birds,

And the small animals to eat;

One day a small child,

Fell into a raging river,

Running through a biting rain,

That cut like a sharpened knife,

With no thought of himself,

"Whoo-Whoo" jumped into that river,

Swam to that little child,

And save that baby's life;

"Whoo-Whoo" was still mortal,

He had every thing to live for,

And he didn't want to die;

The last seen in his existence,

He was flowing down the river

His hand up, waving goodbye;

They found "Whoo-Whoo" a few days later,

There was nothing any one could do;

Some say that off in the distance,

They heard a "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo";

I know that "Whoo-Whoo" is now,

With God in heaven and that

He is doing just fine;

For each morning the angels,

All gather together to watch,

"Whoo-Whoo", chugging down the line;