God's Creation
in Animal Poems
I am sitting here in a quiet early morning
There is a silent breeze whispering through the trees,
A Blue Jay is talking with his loud squawk
As he peeks through the trees at me.
Jac Judy A. Campbell
About Jac Judy A. Campbell
Jac Judy A. Campbell is a poet by heart and a writer by nature, and she is thrilled to be able to share part of herself that others will enjoy. She reads a lot of good books and loves arts and crafts, sewing, crocheting, cooking, and growing a garden. She is happily married, takes care of her husband, and enjoys her children and grandchildren as much as possible.
Jac Judy A. Campbell lives in a little country house in the central California Valley, surrounded by grapes, almonds, walnuts, and just about any fruit you could wish for. She is happily retired and is thankful God has given her the time and knowledge to write whenever she chooses to pick up her pencil.
Jac Judy A. Campbell lives in a little country house in the central California Valley, surrounded by grapes, almonds, walnuts, and just about any fruit you could wish for. She is happily retired and is thankful God has given her the time and knowledge to write whenever she chooses to pick up her pencil.
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He Looked A Lot Like You
in Husband Poems
On a crowded street, I saw him
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On a corner close to home,
His walk was long and steady,
He wore your style of clothes -
My Little Guy
in Grandchildren Poems
You were once a little guy,
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So cute and such a joy,
In and out of mischief,
For such a little boy. -
My Little Big Brother
I remember when you were small
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enough to fit inside the bend of my arm,
Your little hand wrapped around my finger,
They named you Gerald Wayne and called you Jerry. -
Everyday
in Inspirational Poems
Everyday I pray
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I cry every day,
Everyday I sing
I give every day,
Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell
Quotes by Jac Judy A. Campbell
Stories
So cute!! Like the spaghetti, chocolate, ice-cream. It's the kids that get the dirtiest, that have the most fun. It's a lifetime of adventure and silliness that they will remember forever. Loved it.
Jac Judy A Campbell
Those birds will just nest anywhere! Of course they need to build a home for their young-uns. Our dad told us a story that when he was young he would help gather the clothes off the clothes line. Well one day his mom said, "Son, don't take that shirt off the line," and they couldn't figure out why. The shirt stayed there many days. Finally, she told them there was a nest in the pocket of the shirt and the eggs were ready to hatch. Sure enough, the eggs hatched and the birds were born, and the shirt kept hanging until the little ones flew away. Amazing!
Jac Judy A. Campbell
Well, my goodness!! You job and/or your girlfriend are not worth you!! Just remember that! You can find a new job; start looking, and you will find another girl. There is sometimes pain in life and loving, but it will get better, just don't sit around and feel sorry for yourself. Get moving and prove to yourself tomorrow is a new, better day. Things happen for a reason, and sometimes for the best. You just can't see it right now. I loved your poem. You know what life is about; now go live it.
Jac Judy A. Campbell
Wow, spiders. I am not fond of them. I know they can't eat much, but I don't want them crawling on me. Once my daughters found a tarantula and wanted him for a pet, so they put him in a class jar with a few holes in the lid, and that thing finally spun a large web around himself and never moved. I think he hibernated, because he stayed like that all winter long, and when spring came, he started moving around. The girls started feeling sorry for him, thinking he may be hungry, so they took him away from the house and let him go. I was glad.
Oh yes, the bee you are right! People associate the bee as something to sting them. I know I do. I'm allergic to the bee sting. I have to carry an injection to give myself a shot to counteract the poison. I have been in the hospital several times. I have been bit on my hand, foot, arm, the top of my head, finger, and cheek. But I know for sure without the honey bees it would be very hard to feed ourselves. They are very hard workers and work hard to pollenate so much of what we eat, about 1/3 to be exact, so I truly say I have a large amount of respect for them. And I have learned to stay out of their way, and that keeps me happy! Cute poem.
Jac Judy A. Campbell