Elko County Rose Garden

Little Ditties

'My Scarecrow' is a golden oldie. I've remembered it for 31 years. To my knowledge this is the first time it has ever been written down. Perhaps ... the last? Well, maybe the kids will like it - that is my hope. If you have a ditty to add - send it - it's all for fun anyway.

My Scarecrow

There's an old scarecrow in my backyard,

and he stands there day and night

To me he is very beautiful,

but to others he's a fright.

-Dan Turner, 1969

My Best Friend

Up on the rooftop

it's ole Harry

He's my best friend

yes siree

He fell off and hit his head

now he's laying in his bed

- Dan Turner, 1997

She is a Vixen

She is a shrewd vixen.

A seductress at heart.

Born to be a temptress.

The wistful village tart.

- Dan Turner 7/7/01

Elko, Nevada


Blondie supervising bath-time
Puppy Love For Blondie 1989 - 2001 Precious puggy on the floor, who are the puppies that I adore? You and Tina are the ones I love and Blondie , too in Heaven above. - Dan Turner, 8/4/01 Elko, Nevada

Precious - nap-time	Tina- watching TV

My mom sent me the following nursery rhyme after reading my recent page on the Gallagher Fish Hatchery. I remember her reciting it when I was young. Being more irreverent with age, I added two verses - which I now dedicate to my mom - I'm sure she will be thrilled ...

FISHY-FISHY IN THE BROOK

Fishy- fishy in the brook

Daddy caught him with a hook

Mamma fried him in the pan

And baby ate him like a man.

Little baby hacked and cried.

Then he just up and died.

Doctor said it was a bone.

They picked out a pretty stone.

Placed it at the baby's head.

With a little verse that read.

"Never give your baby fish.

For it might be his last dish."

- Dan Turner 9/11/01

Elko, Nevada

Just for the record this little 'poem' was written and uploaded very early in the morning of September 11, 2001 - just a few hours before the terrorist attacks in New York City, Pennsylvania, and the pentagon. It goes without saying how sad the events of that day made me feel. In retrospect, the world needs 'fishy-fishy poems' more than it does terrorists.