Category: Poetry

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