A tongue in cheek poem I wrote about a California shit hole where the battalion went to play war games. Had a rifle squad on a high hill. Porta cans at the bottom, hot full gear hump up & down if one needed to pee. People drinking water all the time so they don’t dehydrate. […]
THE BANKS OF DEATH’S STORMY STREAM
I have walked along the river’s banks & slept neath the tree- Have followed the winding path to, and sat beside the sea- Many times wandered the trails of the forrest’s cathedral- Secure in Nature’s life sustaining fortress so beautiful- Diligently followed the flight of the honey bee both South and North- Have seen the […]
THE MORNING
Deep though the night may run- The morning will usher in the Sun- People will rise to face a new day- Cheered by the sight of the Sun’s first. ray- To work about the art of living- By the light the Sun has given- And when the day’s work is done- The last fleeting rays […]
THE OLD VIOLIN-POEM FROM UNKNOWN POET
Passed to me from my father in my youth. The ole Dog! “THE OLD VIOLIN” “Twas battered, scarred, and the auctioneer hardly thought it worth his while- To waste his time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile- What am I bid good people he cried, who’ll start the bidding for […]