He hailed from Nixon, Texas.
A good friend of mine from long ago.
Back then we would spend a lot of time together on “Relief”, and it felt so right.
Life then was fun, seemed uncomplicated, and slow,
We’d work in a plant during the day, and then go bowling at night.
The way I recall our bowling sessions,
I recall winning a few times.
However, in reality, I know he would always beat me, I now must confess.
But who scored the highest; now don’t seem that big a deal,
For it was the great times, the laughter we shared; the bond of good friend, that was then, the ultimate appeal.
For in this day and age, with all our modern computers, tech phones and such,
Life has gotten too fast, and we do not keep up with our friends, as we should.
So to my friend, for all these years of not keeping touch, I now apologize much.
For we shared that certain something back then that we both understood.
When life was fun, and bowling and sharing a few beers with a friend was really good.
Robert Collazo, 3/28/09
Non-Fiction, Poetry
From West Texas, a tall, kind, and honest man with a cowboy hat and boots.
Legend has it that he was one of the last babies born in Spur, Texas, which is his grassroots.
Many folks don’t know that his Son Tra, and he, ride cross-country bikes for fun on weekends.
For he certainly plays hard, and is an expert marksman when he hunts and shoots.
Now it must be conveyed that he would give his shirt off his back for any man needing it worse than he;
Just as he is always helping his younger kids, Tenly and Tra,
And helps raise their pigs for the FHA.
A great Dad to his older son, Justin; and the best husband; I’m sure, Lea, would agree.
Nevertheless, his nature is not to brag, so you would not know that he is the “Senior” at work, and is always there, grinding away.
An investigator by trade,
If you’ve done wrong, he might come by your place, or maybe give you chase,
But if you have not see him, don’t be grim.
Because you may not know it, when he may be close, since he’ll never leave a trace;
And when our Lone Ranger finally catches you, a silver bullet you may find; and then he’ll close his case, and ride away.
Robert Collazo, 03/27/09; (Tra = pronounced Tray)
Non-Fiction, Poetry
Her name is Virginia.
A close family member, and friend to many;
Who won’t think twice about assisting or helping you out,
For She’ll stand in your corner, and support you outright; there can be no doubt.
She’s done many things in her life.
A mother, a grandmother, but above all of that, a very special person lies inside.
To call her tough-willed, may be an understatement for sure.
She’s had challenges aplenty, but won’t back up from strife.
You’ll know she’ll be there cheering you on, and won’t leave until you are safe and secure.
A San Antonio “west-sider”, she is proud of her roots.
Yet she is completely at home with an exotic dish and fine wine.
But surprise to us all is her latest pursuit,
Which has been to run 26 miles, a family marathoner, we surely salute!
Robert Collazo, 3/8/09.
Non-Fiction, Poetry
