- A Collection of poetry written
by Annie C. Whipple
Sometime I am lonely and sometime I am sad
But I must
not forget, for life's not so bad.
When you feel most
lonely and you're not content,
Just think of your blessings
and then repent.
There's always a tomorrow not only today
And if life
is worth living why not make it pay.
Laughing and Jolleying
and having fun
Is good for the sole when rightly done.
But don't be content with pleasures to seek.
up with the fact, you must not always sleep
plenty to do for the old and the young
Be up and a coming,
your portion must be done.
Be willing to give of the best that you have
church, and purpose, and you'll never feel bad
doing you'll get pleasure and happiness galore
will reward you, with blessing in store.
Temptations and snares lie in our way.
That we might
o'ercome them day by day.
There's a vicarious work by
us to be done.
And we must prepare for it's already begun.
Home isn't a place just to eat and to sleep,
and loving, each ones honor to keep.
Doing so little
good, in some loving way
Will help each one to be happy,
and there they will stay.
Try and be content with the life you are given.
home with your family a place worth living
your children thankfulness and love.
For the blessing
of the great creator above.
Your children your blessing, now do be consoled,
God has entrusted them into your fold,
And you are responsible
to teach them his plan
Whereby they may be guided and
My Father and Mother both taught me to pray
I was young that I might not stray.
Obedient I tried
to be all my life
As time rolled on and filled with strife.
In my childhood, and girlhood, was a longing in me
some hidden treasure, mine never to be.
and learning was not to be mine,
Inspired and consoled
with thoughts sublime.
I'll do my best with more humble stations in life,
companion and children and loved ones I'll strive
thoughts and devotions for them I'll inspire,
to be honest, truthful and loving was my desire.
Struggling along life's rugged road
Trying to be thankful
for small blessings bestowed.
For I know the giver of
all good things
Will reward in the end and God's blessings
CHRISTMAS (December 23, 1936)
Why not have a snowy Christmas
Like those of long
ago, when the children
Donned their boots and mittens,
and played out in the snow.
Let's have a snowy Christmas,
and make a snow man
Put on your coats and caps,
And play till your
noses are blue.
The children sniffed their noses,
And smelled the
good mince pie.
The turkey roast and dressing,
mother they did spy.
The doughnuts, cookies, and candy
With hands full
they would run,
And sneak around the corner,
again they'd come.
"Now children you are going
To make your selves
But they were only children,
care a bit.
HE UNDERSTANDS (1935)
How often I have thought of the blessings divine.
great God has blessed me in trouble of mine,
heart was aching and filled with pain.
There was one
that could console, and comfort I'd gain.
To often we feel our burden is to great,
But it all
helps to humble and strengthen our faith.
If there were
no obstacles in life to o'ercome
I'm afraid we would
fall short of the blessings to be won.
When sorrow and trouble seem to dull our brain,
we feel we can't forget it, just try again,
For God has
said his children he would bless
If in faith they would
seek him, and then do our best.
We may set our star high above the plane,
But we must
work for the blessings we wish to obtain.
We may kid
ourselves and fool our friends,
But we cant fool God,
for he understands.
A LETTER TO MY VALENTINE (1937)
I stayed home from the temple this morning
and write a letter.
While lying on my pillow thinking
thought of things I might do better.
I quickly rose and starting writing poetry.
I did finish, And than I took a bath
and put on for dinner
to cook while letter writing lasts.
At eleven o:clock I want to go to the Temple
must not linger to long
Writing letters and poetry
I must be hurrying on.
Now its about ten thirty
So I must hurry and dress
these few lines to my valentine
In Utah the land of the
THE LAND OF SUNSHINE (1937)
This Beautiful land of sunshine,
And the song of the
birds in the morning
Brings joy to the hearts of the
And comfort to those that mourn.
This beautiful land of sunshine
Where the flowers
bloom the year around.
It fills your heart with gladness
is no other such to be found.
This beautiful land of sunshine
How thankful we should
That we were permitted to come to it.
sights to see.
This beautiful land of sunshine
With scarcely a thing
Except for about three months in
summer that gets rather warm.
TELLING THE LORD GOOD NIGHT
The World looks brighter in the dawn,
When I pronounce
Because it reassures me
The Lord is really
And that I seem to walk with him each hour of the day
I am occupied with work or taking time to play.
I listen to his counsel and find my courage strong
ever I am weary or when any thing goes wrong.
And when the day is over and the moon and stars are bright
feel the least that I can do is to tell the Lord Good Night.
composed this little piece of poetry for Marva's birthday
Feb. 14, 1935.)
I once had a valentine
Enshrined around my heart.
thought it was the sweetest thing
So sad we had to part.
But I still have a valentine
Twenty six years old
And I still love and cherish it
Tho it is
so far away.
THE SONG OF THE BIRDS
My eyes see all of the beauty
Of the fall with its
yellow and green.
The mountains, the trees, and the river,
the gorgeous sun sets I have seen.
My feet dances time to the rhythm
That always rings
in my ears;
The songs of the birds in the morning
almost brings joyous tears.
Look on the bright side of life
Take a peek at the
The moon and the stars that shine at night
inspiringly in to your soul.
When trouble and sorrow is breaking your heart,
you feel you could no longer endure.
There's a friend
you can always rely on in part.
He will comfort your
heart and inspire your soul.
Your friends and your loved ones will come to your aid,
they can't always be with you their comfort to five
you will rely on the one who blessings in store.
faithful, by asking, if they will implore.
He guides the humble and blesses the meek,
them through life when they seem rather weak.
your heart and ease's your pain,
And makes you feel,
life is worth living again.
How well I remember,
About fifty years ago
by the fire place
With my love you know.
I thought him tall and handsome
I was rather fat and
Tho he caressed and loved me,
And called me
the darling of his heart.
I miss that pal of mine,
His strong shoulder to lean
There a vacancy that seems to grow wider.
help me to be strong as time goes on.
There's been many lonesome hours,
But no one ever
That I was troubled with heart aches
For I just
kept on smiling through.
Bus Hansen, Grandma Whipple's Brother
Twenty froggies went to school
Down beside a rushy
Twenty little coats of green
Twenty vests all
white and clean.
We must be on time said they
First we study then we
That is how we keep the rule
When we froggies
go to school.
Master bullfrog grave and stern
Called his classes
in their turn
Taught them how to boldly strive
how to leap and dive.
From his seat upon the log
Taught them how to say
Also how to doge a blow
From the sticks that
bad boys throw.
Twenty froggies grew up fast
Bullfrogs they became
Polished in a high degree
As each froggie
ought to be.
Now they sit on other logs
Teaching other little frogs.
OLD UNCLE NED
Old uncle Ned had a finger like a staff
And he had
no eyes for to see
And he had no teeth for to eat the
So he had to let the corny-cake be.
Lay down the shovel and the hoe
Hang up the fiddle
and the bow
There's no more work for poor uncle Ned
he's gone where the good darkies go.