The years have passed since Kennedy...
With heartache, war, and strife....
How would it be if, only,
He had not then lost his life?
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This early morn I woke befuddled; .
Came downstairs to write
These thoughts that in my mind were muddled
Through the stormy night.
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There's got to be another poem;
Perhaps a book or two.
I have ideas for writing them
By then I should be through.
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Pope John is dead! The crowds go home,
Their vigil's over now;
Their prayers continue for the man
Who simply showed them how.
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On Echols Street in Sixty Three
There was some 'painting' done,
And those who did that painting
Said it was a lot of fun.
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We're separated by the creek!
Frustrated by the pike!
We're cut off from the town in ways
No one of you would like!
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In spring when buds are popping,
And the leaves are showing green,
Who could enjoy it better than
A girl of seventeen.
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Another year has passed, my love,
And now it's twenty five:
The total years our marriage has
Been true, and been alive.
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The world around us doesn't wait for us to make a mark;
For waiting is so futile when we have so little spark.
So many do the waiting as they watch the world go by;
Too many sit and wonder how the mountains meet the sky.
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Discussing the Pacific War, a student asked of me,
"Why take so small an island, isolated, far at sea? "
I told the class what we had done; it jogged my memory.
At home, I wrote that epic down in verse and poetry.
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