I was born in the middle of the winter in a small apartment in the back of a gas station that my father was operating. My father said that it was so cold in the room that the steam from the water he had been instructed to boil was freezing on the ceiling. We moved often during my childhood. At one point we lived below Table Mountain outside Mamouth AZ while my father guarded a gold mine. It was 19 miles by Model T and 9 miles on horse back to get into it. There were two people within walking distance from us and it was a half day horseback ride to the next nearest neighbor. I dropped out of the College of Idaho to enlist in the US Airforce in 1951. I served overseas in the occupation forces in Germany for 39 months. Some of the poetry I have written was in the form of copyrighted songs. Other poems are just as I am inspired. I am 77 years old, have been a lot of places and have seen a lot of life.
Grace is when I get what I haven’t earned.
Mercy is when I don’t get what I deserve.
Grace is when I wake up in the early morn,
And hear the birds sing and calm every nerve.
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There is a master carpenter that I love,
Who gathers messages from above,
Then gives them to me in a manner clear,
And alters my spirit so I can hear.
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When love is given to another,
Only the giver can completely
And truly understand that love.
If unexpressed, love is unknown.
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As a native son my heroes were
Soldiers, sailors, and marines
Of World War II who came by on their
Way to take back the Philippines.
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In eighteen and sixty-two Lincoln signed an act to bridge this land with steel.
He told two railroads join in a pact and that road will be built I feel.
So push you Irish push with all your might.
Lay another mile before we quit for the night.
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