Jack (no photo)
Tampa Florida , 53 y/o, realtor, piano player, golf nut who
owns more putters than the Golf store has,
Just under 6' , 173 (give or take 5) , and like you reader,
I am crazy about our Angel , who tells me "Sure , if you Poke
your eye out Dont come LOOKING for me ! "
( oh I forgot , I am corny as heck )
Presenting Poetry by Jack
Lofty Heartwaves
a stormy mountainous island
by a smooth level sea
two lovers lived in the highland
sharing and caring totally
each lover took the other s palm
inked and pressed them to their sheets
many times with outward calm
the pattern raced their heartbeats
the lovers hung them up to dry
a huge Flag shwing their cause
loving how it soared in their sky
filling their world with applause
By Jack
10/01
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MY AGE-OLD SONG
On twisting narrow Ribbon Roads,dusty and slim
scampering like gibbons,we follow her and him
Mom and Dad , each carry their end
of the steamer chest ( 12 miles to their friend )
3 kids , not complaining,staying in their view
taking sips ( of our old well water , too )
passing the canteen back to Roy ,
who'se guarding it , He's the older Boy
I'm Ann , the Baby , ( just turned seven )
and then comes Thomas , he's eleven ,
Mr. and Mrs. are Tom and Marie ,
All 5 of us go by the last name of Lee
the Bank came by , with a bad attitude ,
Daddy said they was just plain rude
they sold our farm at too low a bid
( at least its what HE said they did )
the Rural life just didnt pay
the family lived from day to day
Im shivering , as I talk with you
( All my memories NOW come thru )
Were ALL still alive thank be to God,
we're nice and straight just like a rod
to be Americans we're ALL real Proud
GOD BLESS AMERICA--SING IT LOUD
GOD LOVE AMERICANS (SING REAL LOUD )
Written by Jack
2002
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