Alex Poem by Juan Olivarez

People called Alex crazy, and he was kinda strange,
But just a bit funny, not really deranged.
They called him the Beeman, and he loved that name,
He went after Killer Bees, that was his fame.

He flew on his motorcycle all over the town,
Chasing those Killer Bees, with two cylinder sound.
Some thought him a genius, others weren't so kind.
They said as a young man he had fried his mind.

Once in the Army he traveled near and far,
But pleasure to him was to pick his guitar.
Alex read a lot, and it all stayed in his head,
When I heard of his passing it made me very sad.

Alex believed everything, like some innocent child,
His UFO stories were some kind of wild.
A Native American, of the Caddos tribe
He was a good person, but real hard to describe.

Yes some thought him crazy, not much of a stretch,
Some thought him a genius, but also a clod.
I know my friend Alex lived life on the edge,
And that in my mind, put him closer to God.

5/1/14 Alton Texas