Just a collection of rantings, ravings, thoughts and stories to share with all!

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Ashville, Ohio, United States
Jim, Jimmy, Uncle Jimmy, Big Jim, Jenks, Bass Viking, River, Riverbread, Dad, Papaw, Grandpa --- Just a few of the monikers I answer to from family and friends.......... I pretty much answer to whatever and have never really been too upset by what anybody has called me.

June 4, 2010

Defending the Honor, a poem for my friend Donna Jo by Jim Jenkins

Defending the Honor

I got real mad the other day, when I heard what someone said

about my good friend Donna Jo in the words that I had read.

I thought they said she was now a heifer or had become a big old steer;

as her friend these were words I didn’t like, and didn’t want to hear.


Then somebody else said she’s not a cow, she’ll always be a hog.

I said, how can you talk about my friend like she’s some kind of dog?

You see I was getting very upset and was ready to go to battle;

how could I just stand here and let them called her hogs and cattle?


So preparing for an argument, I was ready, her honor to defend

against the things they were saying and the names they called my friend.

Then all of a sudden someone spoke up in a slow paced southern draw;

and said my friend you misunderstand, Donna grew up in Arkansas.


In Arkansas they call their college team not hogs, but razorbacks;

and take their loyalty serious when they begin to talk some smack.

So, by growing up in Arkansas, the “Hogs” they were her team

and calling her a “Hog” was not as viscious as it might seem.


But when Donna moved south a bit to the grand old state of Texas

It was just like she had punched her “Hog” buddy’s in the solar plexus.

So, they caught their breath from the punch of her moving to the south

and started picking on her by saying things and running off at the mouth.


From far away I didn’t understand where this name-calling had begun;

I didn’t realize the name-calling was other friends who were having fun.

But, in Texas, they are loyal too and also care about where you’re born;

but they’ll be willing to overlook it if she screams out “hook-em horns.”


She must also learn a new gesture with her fingers, holding up her hand;

so she won’t be seen as the enemy of those loyal Longhorn fans.

But in the privacy of her home in a back room hung up on the wall

will be the flag of Arkansas and you’ll see no Texas orange at all.


So I hope the words of this story I’ve written have given you all a laugh

about a place called Texarkana, where the town is split in half.

Where it is fine to call the women names and you can run your mouth

as long as you get it right; hogs are north and steers are south.

May 17, 2010

Song: How I Found You

My neighbors and I were talking and she made the comment that her husband always had to have the best of everything. She said, "Look at his mower, look at his golf clubs, look at everything he has, he always has to have the best of everything." After hearing this I replied: "Well, what does that say about you, he picked you didn't he?" I came up with this song after the conversation we had. Hope you enjoy!

Link to recording of the song:      http://www.soundclick.com/bassviking

How I Found You
by Jim Jenkins

I have learned a life lesson over the years

that to get what you want you must pay.

Buy better things, they last and won’t break;

is what most of the people would say.


To get things I wanted, I checked it all out;

if you buy the best, what's said is so true.

When shopping, you’ll get what you pay for;

and darling, that’s how I got you.


I haggled, I bartered, I traded and hunted,

for just what I wanted in life

I’m not sorry I looked for the best things

that’s how I found you; my wife


I have friends who tried to choose bargains;

the way things turned out was a shame.

The cheap things they chose got fragile with time

and I saw what their lives became.


So please don’t second-guess me;

When I always want to choose the best

for in choosing the best I chose you dear

and for that I will always be blessed.


I haggled, I bartered, I traded and hunted,

for just what I wanted in life

I’m not sorry I looked for the best things

that’s how I found you; my wife

the best choice I made in my life.

March 28, 2010

Song: "I'm Not Afraid to Cry"

Link to recording of song:            http://www.soundclick.com/bassviking

I'm Not Afraid to Cry!

By  Jim Jenkins

When I was just a child, I was told I should be tough.

Boys weren't supposed to cry; even when life's rough.

I lived that way until the day I saw my daddy die;

after that it didn't matter if they saw me cry.


Living every day, we all have our highs and lows.

All of life’s emotions I was told I shouldn’t show.

But I don't worry anymore about what people say;

cause it really doesn't bother me to cry these days.


The world has children being hurt and soldiers going to war.

How can people hurt their kids and what are we fighting for?

These stories on the news often made me very mad;

but I kept holding back my tears not showing I was sad.


Why can't the people in this world all just get along?

There isn't enough good, there’s too much going wrong!

I pray for our young men and women on the battle line.

I worry with the parents and the families left behind.


Living every day, we all have our highs and lows.

All of life’s emotions I was told I shouldn’t show.

But I don't worry anymore about what people say;

cause it really doesn't bother me to cry these days.


Now that I've grown older, I see life a different way.

Everything that bothered me still bothers me today.

It's just that now I'm not afraid to let emotions show;

and I'm not sorry anymore for letting my tears go.


Living every day, we all have our highs and lows.

All of life’s emotions I was told I shouldn’t show.

But I don't worry anymore about what people say;

cause it really doesn't bother me to cry these days.


And it just don't take that much for me to cry these days.



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