I remember..
I remember… Old man drinking alone at the Irish Tavern and he had two drinks filled with whiskey and two cold beers. He held the whiskey and the seat next to him was… Continue reading
If you go away..
If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
I was nineteen..
I was just nineteen… 15,000 day ago, he was a soldier. He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run?Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home, was… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. My father and my best friend.
My father and my best friend. You became my father in 1980, Married my mother. You were kind to me and I remember you. I lost you, death called the old soldier home.… Continue reading
Memorial Days photos and a poem.
A willow tree… When I am done, bury me under a willow tree. I love the willow trees, they reach for the sun and they hug the earth. Dancing Coyote Let’s remember. Freedom… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. A witness to life..
A witness to life… I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars didn’t effect me. I fought the quick and easy wars. Just… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face..
The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ———Paint me Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long… Continue reading
The damned and the foolish..
The Damned and the Foolish.. The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sat together in a oasis of gin and whiskey. Talk of torrid and tarnished love leave us in the… Continue reading
Memorial Day poetry. Freedom isn’t free.
Raise your glass high and thank the Soldiers for standing tall.I drink a Miller Lite on 24 August for my good friend missed. Raise your glass to remember SSG. Donald N. Davis and all… Continue reading
Memorial day poetry.. My home is Northern Michigan..
My home is Northern Michigan….. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. He was not young, he served in the Army. 25 years,… Continue reading