Karen Baase

I was born in 1943 in Des Moines, Iowa. When I was five, my mother remarried and I went to live on a farm. My new dad was a poor farmer, having only 80 acres which was hardly enough to sustain us. My mother was a city girl so she finally convinced my dad to move back to the "big city". I stayed in Des Moines until I retired after working 50 years in the real estate lending industry. I now live in Texas. Even though we didn't have much money when I was growing up, I still have fond memories of those days on the farm.
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Des Moines Technical High School. Over the years I have taken numerous courses in all facets of the real estate industry.

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I like to write poetry about events that have happened in my life and people that I have met throughout my lifetime.

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Those who anger you, control you.

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  • Scared Stiff
    10/13/2011
    Were they dressed up for Halloween or were they real monsters. You decide.
  • Wasted Honey
    9/17/2011
    They built their home in the wrong place. Shouldn't they have been given a second chance?
  • Cover My Head
    9/1/2011
    This is a poem about a little girl and the monsters in her room
  • Batter Up
    8/25/2011
    For all you guys that love baseball. Let's play ball!
  • LIVING LIFE
    8/20/2011
    Each day live life to its fullest
  • Hot Day at the Ocean
    8/19/2011
    The inspiration for this poem comes from walking over the hot sand dunes on South Padre Island
  • AGE
    8/17/2011
    How does our outlook on life change as we age?
  • The County Fair Pony
    8/17/2011
    It was the little girl's dream to win a pony
  • Tadpoles
    8/16/2011
    This is a silly poem about tadpoles that were hatched in a backyard pond
  • Stick Horse Evolution
    8/16/2011
    Being a poor farm girl, my "horse" was a stick. This is a poem about how that stick has evolved over my lifetime.
  • Could I Have This Dance
    8/11/2011
    This is a poem about a wedding dance; hopes and dreams for a life together forever, never to be.

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