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The wind howls
like a wolf in a trap,
as I settle down for
a short, little nap.
I tire now, more than before,
realizing that old age
has come through
our open back door.
Get away from me.
Go away. Let me be,
for I know that you
soon will calling on me.

Alone in my reverie
of forgotten times.
Recalling the adventures
and the not so sublime.
What can I say about
those old days of yore,
other than I regret
that I never kept score.

A drink from the bottle,
a swallow of Gin,
makes me understand
what a fix I am in.
My head is all fuzzy,
with breathing so shallow.
Perhaps it would've been best
if I just didn't swallow.
I don't like Gin,
so it shouldn't be hard,
to drink moonshine whisky,
straight from the jar.
A Mason jar is the one
if I still can recall.
Pint was the size
and the best size of all.

A radiant smile
in dimmest light,
brightens my day,
fills up my sight
with beauty, rare
dark shiny hair.
Doing a bow,
for a grace
of the heart,
I know now.

From whence came I?
she said to me.
I know not how
to say to thee,
but flee you now,
fast as you can
for he is coming
a ruthless man.

I started High School in Seattle at O'Dea.
My Mother wanted to return to her roots,
to be close to her Mom and Dad.
We packed up our furniture, shoes
clothing and books into a small truck.
We headed East to Ellensburg.
My Father had attended a small High School,
West of Ellensburg. He was going to build
a house and so we moved in with his
parents and great grandpa May.
I enrolled at Thorp or THS, a
High School, of approximately 41 students.
There were 14 in my class which at the time
was a large class but a shock to me after
being at O'Dea, an all boy school of
approximately 200 students.
My English Composition teacher, had
also taught my Dad. I recall that she was
a stern but a fair taskmaster.
Quite different from the stern, Religious
Brothers, teaching at O'Dea.
The enjoyment I had at THS were many.
Many new friends, dances, holding Student
Body Offices and most importantly playing
sports. We did not have a Football team but did
have active teams in Basketball and Baseball.
I lettered for 3 years in Basketball and Baseball.
In those days, I was average height for a Basketball
guard. Baseball, I played 3rd base, 2nd base and
pitched. Not much of a fastball but I could throw
a lot of "junk", screwballs, curve ball and slider.
Great memories, great times with great lifelong
friends.

It is very cold, out on the street,
as I walk alone, the Sun at my back.
All bundled up, to keep my self warm.

I walk past a house, with windows of glass,
seeing the Sun reflection, as I pass,
when a bright flash of light, with a blast of heat,
comes from the windows, reflecting the Sun.
I pause for a moment, to soak up the rays,
reflected on me on this very cold day.

The horns of time
upon my head
reveal a new fear.
That being said;
to run from here
at a fast pace
and escape this long
fall from grace.

Many years ago, in another time a friend of mine
was making a trip out of town. He took along an
empty suitcase, a big one.
He flew to Medford to visit some of our units.
He stopped at a Discount Store, where an old
friend was the Manager.
My friend, Harold, I'll call him Hal grabbed a
cart and went down the aisle. He told his friend
we had a toilet paper shortage in Seattle.
He loaded up his cart and as other shoppers
came by, he told them of the TP shortage in Seattle.
Those customers and others, immediately cleared
out all the known supplies of the TP in that store.
My friend arrived home the next day. Took his
suitcase into the bedroom, put it on the bed, opened
it and called to his wife, Donna.
"Donna" he said, "come in here and see what I have."
Donna went into the bedroom and Hal said" Look what I
have." His wife replied, "What's this?"
Hal said "You told me that you couldn't find any toilet paper".
She said to Hal, "I told you I couldn't find any Blue"
And so it is said that it doesn't take too much talk to
start a run, (pardon the pun) on toilet paper.
Not the same as what happened here, but at the time
when Hal told me the story, we laughed.
Keep your chin up, we will get through this terrible period of
time of our life.
Wash your hands.

One thing I've learned;
Learned it well,
Is the disease of Dementia
Comes straight from Hell.

A witness to, these days gone bye;
Nary a whimper or prolonged sigh.
A virus that attacks from the cold,
Selecting the infirm and the old.
Low immune system, old age abound.
If you're exposed, it will be found.
You will be diagnosed as positive,
Now the fight begins, for you to live.

The days were many.
The nights did last
but in reflection
they went by too fast.