One Monday in New York


One Monday in New York

A dear friend of mine, Norma Cook, told me the story of her visit to NY City the day before 9-11.  She saw the preacher on the street corner telling people to repent.  The next day, lives would be changed forever.

It was my first trip to New York City from my little country town

I climbed the steps from Port Authority and began to look around

The streets were full of bustle, people hurrying here and there

All speaking different languages, they had come from everywhere

I strolled Broadway and 5th Avenue, viewed St. Patrick’s regal splendor

Window shopped at Bloomingdales and toured Rockefeller Center

I gazed at Lady Liberty in the harbor, as ships were passing by

Above all soared the Twin Towers, reaching high into the sky

Then something drew my attention from all these postcard sights

In the midst of all the hubbub, taxi cabs and traffic lights

On the corner stood a preacher dressed in a suit of black

Holding high in his hand a Bible he had taken from his pack

No one seemed to take notice as they hurried quickly by

But I stopped awhile to listen as a tear glistened in his eye

He was telling about Jesus, begging all to believe and to repent

The year was two thousand one, the day September 10th

On that day no one realized that their life might quickly end

They were too busy in their lifestyles to be troubled by their sin

It was as if this were a warning to redeem our eternal souls

But we are absorbed in daily living, attaining earthly goals

Let us learn the lesson wisely; we don’t know what is our fate

Let’s make sure are hearts are right with God, before it is too late

As the rich young ruler in the Bible who too ignored his plight

God might decide on this day, to require our soul tonight

Sue Ikerd
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Stairway to Heaven


Citizens Soldiers Monument at Cadott, Wis.

Stairway to Heaven

They were on their way to Heaven as they hurried up the stairs,

Not only were they heroes, they were angels unaware.

Just going about their duties as they had many times before

Little did they realize they were soldiers in a war.

As the victims fled the buildings on that tragic fateful day

These brave men hurried past them with no thought to harm’s way

We can hear the bagpipes clearly as they play Amazing Grace

In salute to fallen comrades who are in a better place

We can see their fearless faces as up those stairs they trod

Right into the gates of Heaven and before the throne of God

Sue Ikerd
Sept. 15, 2001
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The Thin Blue Line

This is written to honor law officer friends who have served and are serving, Randy Stone, M.O. Ikerd, Rob Savage, Lenny Wilson, Mike Noyes, Tim Lewis, Doug Rader, Tyler Reid and all the others standing on the Thin Blue Line



No matter their title no matter their role
Sheriff, law officers or highway patrol

Each takes an oath to serve community
Their badge stands for honor and integrity

While on patrol their loved ones say prayers
For God to watch over and keep them in His care

While responding to shootings, robberies and fights
They wonder what lurks ’round the corners at night

As they pull over a car speeding down the highway
Approaching they wonder if this might be the day

Never knowing when they’ll come under attack
They bravely have ours, but who has their back

Risking their lives for friends and for strangers
They do what they love in spite of the dangers

It’s not about hate, wealth, status or race
But making our world a far better place.

What would happen if there were no one to call
No one to arrest those breaking the law

We must each show respect, each do our part
It’s about goodness, character and content of heart

They vowed to guard against law breakers and crime
Standing between good and evil, the Thin Blue Line

Sue Ikerd
September 3, 2015


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The Auction

Four old houses in our neighborhood have been bulldozed and burned by the owners. Three just this month. Our neighbors house was built after WWII with oak lumber he had cut down on his farm. It was solid and sturdy; constructed with love and care.  It would have stood for many more years but after the last farmer who owned it retired from farming the house became a place for renters and then stood vacant. It had been vandalized and stripped of everything that could be sold as scrap.

I wrote the following poem after attending the auction of the last owners who lived in the little house.. They had cared for it with such love. I had no idea in a few years it would be no more.

Old House

The Auction

The old couple sat in their yard and slowly looked around

As they carried out the furniture and set it on the ground

The tables were lined up in rows filled with memories

Of their years together and the way it used to be

There were boxes full of treasures gathered through the years

Some bought smiles of good times while others brought on tears

An old picture of a dog that had hung on grandma’s wall

And mother’s little table that held the Bible in the hall

They set out her coal oil lamp and his knives and tools

Great grandpa’s shaving mug and two old milking stools

The auctioneer gave a talk and then began to sell

First the farm equipment and the old dinner bell

Then guns, books, dishes and grandma’s handmade quilts

The old kitchen cabinet and the chest that dad had built

Medals sold from World War I – a hero’s without a name

And who bought grandma’s rocking chair, it seems such a shame

Keepsakes of family histories that are now forever lost

Memories of generations worth more than what they cost

Dolls, toys and puzzles, accumulations of a life

These two had lived together as a husband and a wife

Their possessions now had dwindled to a precious few

As they held each other’s hand the end was now in view

The auctioneer gave his chant as the bidder raised his hand

The bidding was now over as they sold the house and land

Others now hold these legacies as they now end their race

In time will some remember that was Ol’ Man Thompson’s place.

Sue Ikerd
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God’s Little Angel

little angel

God’s Little Angel

(In memory of our granddaughter, Megan, our little angel who was taken away too soon. Today would have been her 22nd birthday)

You tiptoed into my heart and there you’ll always stay

You left your footprints on my soul as God beckoned you away

I didn’t get to watch you grow or know who you would be

I embrace you in that special place and know one day I’ll see

You are not forgotten, loved from the very start

Your dear memory now nestles in a corner of my heart

Someday we’ll be together; when I think of you I smile

God’s beautiful little angel and our precious little child

Sue Ikerd
February 11, 2012
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