Jersey Shore Magazine

JERSEY SHORE PEOPLE POEMS OF WORTH, continued from page 41 — 1991 — Step by step this Rhyme may reach Into your Hearts from Manasquan Beach Inlet, Jetty, Cove and Sand Ocean shores of just bought land. Resident poet - born and raised Truly a clamdigger - glad I've stayed. — 1992 — Heard from a house by cove and sea A gentle reminder surrounding me. Indian history Manasquan draws Pretty island of the squaws. At Fisherman's Cove where the inlet blends. Remembering my childhood, my home, my friends. — 1993 — With the winter storm of '92 Quite a season we've been through With a great respect that humbled me To the power of the wind, sand and sea. These steps that once underwater be Welcome the summer of '93. — 1994 — I'm Bette June, How do you do? I live between Scott and Stu. Here lies the porch of painted prose Why I do this - no one knows. Just my thoughts - Mine to share From the very bottom of my stair. — 1995 — On these steps a poem penned For you my passer-by my friend READ OUT LOUD - Listen twice You make my steps sound so nice. It's why I welcome with a rhyme To hear you read them one more time. — 1996 — A friendly welcome to the shore As seasons change and seagulls soar. Poems of Worth on a step Where upon her thoughts are kept. If she should NOT do what she does Would you wonder where the poem was? — 1997 — A lesson learned from these steps of mine Think before you commit the rhyme. Prepare, Paint, Print - Varnish then dry The productive me - surprises I. Could've built an addition then bigger I'd be But I'd need a variance for the poet in me. — 1998 — In my 8th year of what to write Upon these steps you have in sight What Titanic thought with El Nino's flare Is good enough for my stair? Where once upon a step you found A little poem written down. — 1999 — Mindful are we of millennium fears, When all our data disappears. "Saving" for the future as we know it Steps make good "HARD COPY" for this poet. You'll always know what these steps say Because they're protected from Y2K — 2000 — When I was young and full of PEP Nary a word I wrote on my step. This decade past I've expressed on stairs A chapter right out of the Book of Who Cares. To ponder what I've said since '91 Please take a copy of the ten I've done The Step Poems of Bette June Worth — 42 J e r s e y s h o r e • s p r i n g 2 0 1 5

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