Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

The strongest branch has fallen
From our family tree.
God had his way; he's taking me home,
So you need not grieve for me.

For many years God carried me
And kept me at my best.
He strengthened me and kept me strong.
For this we're truly blessed.

Hold strong to our family heritage.
Keep living your life through God.
Keep carrying on the traditions,
The big ones and the small.

Remember all the good times,
The happiness and the love.
Think of me when you reminisce
As I'll be smiling from above.

My mind's at ease, my soul has peace.
My body's now at rest,
For an angel came for me today
And said God needs the best.

The serenity of going home is a miracle
We all shall seek,
So please don't think of me and cry
With a tear upon your cheek.

I've lived and traveled long and hard
To reach my journey's final end,
So let's just say, "Goodbye for now,
Until we're together again."

Willis the cowpoke rode into town
On his Old Jugs, just horsing around.
Down highway 26 he rode Old Jugs
To the local saloon for a few chug-a-lugs.

Tying to a flag pole, Old Jugs he did hitch.
Into the saloon, a thirst he did quench.
An officer steps up and warns with a frown,
"Get on your horse and ride out of town!"

The sheriff is coming not far behind.
Old Jugs to the shelter and Willis a fine,
So Willis, he jumps on Old Jugs and replies,
“Not my horse to the shelter, you will not take.
I'll ride him on home; no law will I break."

The sheriff steps up and says to dismount.
A test of sobriety we must have the count.
The charge was drunk driving while riding on Jugs.
A steep fine to pay for a few chug-a-lugs.

A riled up Willis spent the night in the tank
To pay for a charge he claimed not to make.
Down to the courthouse he'll saddle up and ride
To face his accusers with Old Jugs by his side.

But we all know when it's all said and done,
He'll saddle Old Jugs and ride into town for
       
A few chug-a-lugs.