Remember to be good
even when things don’t look so good. Continue reading
Serious Poems
Angel
Angel
where have you gone?
Why did you leave?
Have you found your song?
Do you know how much I grieve?
Come home, angel, come home. Continue reading
Two Graves
There are two graves
that sit on a hill
overlooking the land
as if a silent sentinel. Continue reading
Quid Pro Quo
There is a danger
to living quid pro quo.
You will eventually
reap only what you sow. Continue reading
If you see Helen (Audie Murphy tribute)
I recently read Audie Murphy’s autobiography, “To Hell and Back.” He became one of the most decorated (according to some accounts the most decorated) World War II soldier. This major feat was accomplished before he even left his teens. This man saw a lot of death and suffered from PTSD before there was an acronym to describe it. One of the accounts he described is meeting a nurse named Helen. He later found out the area she served in was bombed heavily and a lot of nurses died. Though he tried, he never found out if she was one of the fatalities. They never met again. I recommend reading this increasingly forgotten book. Continue reading
The Boy with the Easy Grin
Watch closely
the boy with an easy grin.
You don’t know
what pain he is hiding within. Continue reading
The important to-do
In my list of daily to-dos
which never shrinks but does grow
there is one unspoken at the top
and the only one I need to make so. Continue reading
The Outcast
If no one feels like they belong
and everyone relates to being an outcast –
who truly belongs here
who can really take hold fast? Continue reading
Young Willie Strang
Last week I shared another version of this poem. This was the first effort after reading about young Willie Strang in a couple of books about Brown’s Park. Continue reading
Poor Willie Strang
I mentioned in an earlier post that I’ve read a couple of books regarding Brown’s Park (Hole). An area that straddles Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah. My interest is piqued because I have ancestors that lived in that area in the early 20th century. I didn’t find much family history in my reading but I did read the sad story of Willie Strang. He was 14 or 15 when killed by Johnson (or Johnston). It’s a sad story that caught my attention. I attempted to write about it in next week’s poem but didn’t like it so this week is take 2. After I finished this poem I think I prefer the first one better. It is now up to you, dear reader, to decide which poem is better.
