A Day On Artillery Hill
The days in Vietnam were never exactly the same,
About half the days I was in country it did rain
This poem follows a somewhat typical day on the Hill.
A lot of days, guard duty would also be on the till. Continue reading
Hugo Leo Lardo Low
Hugo Leo Lardo Low
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We had a dog named Hugo that was more than a pet,
He was a hunting partner we will never ever forget.
This poem describes his adventures with my family.
He was the very best hunting dog we ever did see. Continue reading
Honky Tonkin
Honky Tonkin
Between 1998 and 2003, we became Honky Tonk kings,
Our girls were gone and clogging was over it seems.
This poem talks about the really great times we had
Dancing round the hardwood floor, we had it real bad. Continue reading
Jeans Bar And Grill
Jeans Bar And Grill
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Everyone has a soft spot for their favorite watering hole.
Mine was Jeans Bar And Grill where cold beer was sold.
The poem describes my life’s activities at that cool place
Some important events happened at a very fast pace. Continue reading
The Rhythm Aces
The Rhythm Aces
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Our friends got together and a clog group we did form.
Rhythm Aces were fun loving and far from the norm.
This poem is a story of the Aces and the things we have done.
I don’t think our fun times were ever topped by anyone. Continue reading
Feeling The Feeling
Feeling The Feeling
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What makes you feel good and have a very happy day,
It’s different in everyone of us, that’s all I can say.
This poem describes several of my good happy times
When I was really ‘feeling the feeling’ in my lifetime.
Sleeping Out
Sleeping Out
When I was very young with not much fun to do,
Sleeping out in the backyard would often help you.
The poem describes how we found lots of good fun
Just sleeping with friends until the morning sun. Continue reading
The Coon Hunt
The Coon Hunt
Coon hunting sounds like something that would be fun,
But I found that when you go you are always on the run,
This short poem describes my adventure with the coonhounds,
And the misery I found with those hounds on the ground. Continue reading
The One That Got Away
The One That Got Away
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Sometimes when you hunt the wiley deer,
Buck fever sets in and your nerves they do tear,
This poem describes how this affects your shooting
And ‘the one that got away’ just a scooting. Continue reading
Song Bird
Song Bird
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When I was 9 or 10, I had a serious conscience attack
That caused me to think about hunting birds I did track.
This poem describes some of my personal feelings
And how with my sensitive self, I ended up dealing. Continue reading