Mutterings and Musings
Long ago the day started beautiful on the lake with that break of dawn, When my brothers Frank, and Eddie and myself started fishing that day All we could talk about was the big fish we might catch, However, we just never expected to face death that day in that big lake. We thought we… Continue reading On That Big Lake
I hear you’re stressed, and sick and tired. You’ve been working like a maniac, and getting bogged down & mired. You’ve been writing agency guidelines When you feel you should be on the sidelines. And now your brain is toast, and feel you’ve done the most. However, do not get stressed on me, Kay. Now… Continue reading My Stressed Out Friend
She handles the toughest issues, And makes it all look simple. Yet you wonder how she is able to do it, With nary a complaint or whimper. With all the budget & other stuff to do, She takes it all in stride, And keeps coming back for more, And always gets it right. She’s always… Continue reading Our Girl Friday
It all started when my Dad was born sweet off the vine in ’29, He was the seventh of eleven children. He would give you his lunch, and would not whine If you needed it more than he. For you see my Dad could not stand things not to be right, you see. Dad was… Continue reading My Dad and Mom
The El Paso moon was bright that night, When my Little Man came to be. I thanked the Lord he was alive, Yet so tiny, and such a sight to see, My Little Man. Since he was early, He would not only survive, But to the fullest he did thrive. My Little Man. Somehow, I… Continue reading My Little Man Is Gone
There once was a cool cat named Joel, Who I know pretty well, Good fortune he had in casinos & such. He made all the rounds and gave them all hell. Now Joel was pretty sharp witted With high taste he emitted. At home he remodeled and slashed, At work his computer it crashed. Now… Continue reading Joel
Like clockwork in September, A hurricane called Ike, was brewing in the Gulf, and was quite a splendor. Moreover, it was headed to Texas, with not a bit of surrender. On Thursday, Bill’s email to Robert did say, “He was up”, and made sure he was aware, Therefore, our team left home early from Denver,… Continue reading A Storm Called IKE
A lot of folks don’t know that in his younger days, they called him Flaco, He could pitch that ball and make it curve so fine, He’d tell you a joke or spin a story every chance he’d get to all the little muchachos, But He’d go the distance for his family for they were… Continue reading Flaco