Memories

The lonesome whistle of a late night train

The sound of bullfrogs or a night owls screech

The melodic drip of a summer rain

These things pull me back to my town asleep

 

I could count the stars in the sky at night

Without smog or bright lights to drown the view

Bushes covered in fireflies glittered bright

Like golden mounds covered in misty dew

 

I had so many years of wasted dreams

Of where time did not move at a snail’s pace

I now know the only thing that I need

Is to return to that much simpler place

 

But my small town has completely vanished

Her quiet streets will never comfort me

My hopes of returning have been banished

All that’s left are this old man’s memories

We called it the Seventies

In front of you I can now stand

To proclaim that I was there

And how this old, fat, balding man

Knew that in love and lust all was fair

 

Never sure if I’d make it through those days

It took too many things to tell me I was alive

Without you I would’ve wasted away

I depended on you just to survive

 

I searched and tried to find my own way

Struggled so hard just to reach the door

I survived those years, but sad to say

A lot of brain cells were left on bar room floors

 

Too many tears that were my fault

Too many hurts that I never meant to be

Through too many unwritten assaults

You still remained there beside me

Recluse

He locked his doors to keep people away

He locked his heart to keep from knowing the pain of love

He locked his mind to forget that he once had a choice

Because all choice has long ago abandoned him

Now he is a prisoner to his seclusion

There are No Atheists in Foxholes

“It isn’t the battle that scares you the most. There’s no time to think about death. It’s the quiet times before the fight that makes you shiver. That’s when you think about Heaven and Hell and second guess if you’ve made the right decisions in life. Even those who claim there is no God will still pray.”

An unnamed soldier

78th Engineer Battalion

1975

Keep it Simple

Mrs. Backyard Poet was watching some movie the other day. I couldn’t tell you what the name of the movie was or anything else about it, except the closing theme song. It was simply the words ‘you can do anything’ repeated over and over again for what seemed like a thousand times. I was so irritated with it that I got up and left the room. But now, many days later, those words are still stuck in my head. Proving the analogy ‘keep it simple stupid’ is still the best practice and it reminded me of how our lives can be defined by just a few lines or even a few words.

Of all the eloquent speeches and writings of Martin Luther King, Jr. most people can sum him up with the simple phrase “I have a Dream”. Very few of us remember much more. What about Abraham Lincoln? If asked what words from ‘Abe’ do you remember, a vast majority would say “Four score and seven years ago” When we hear, “Elementary my dear Watson”, we immediately think of Sherlock Holmes even though it was never said by that character. Who can tell me the person responsible for, “What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone? How else can we put ourselves in harmonious relation with the great verities and consolations of the infinite and eternal? And I avow my faith that we are marching towards better days. Humanity will be cast down. We are going on swinging bravely forward along the grand high road and already behind the distant mountains is the promise of the sun.” Hardly anyone; but what about, “You make a living by what you get; you make a life by what you give” then we instantly think of Winston Churchill.

Because it’s simple and easy to remember.

Not yet convinced…let me give you a few simple words and see who comes to your mind. Disclaimer…some are not actual quotes from the person accredited for saying them.

“Let’s make America great again”

“Read my lips, no new taxes”

“I am not a crook”

“Walk softly and carry a big stick”

“We are bigger than Jesus”

“Play it again Sam”

“Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness”

“You get a car, you get a car, and you get a car”

Even when talking about our neighbors we shorten them to a few words. ‘He’s the bald guy that has the poodles’ or ‘the woman that drives the red minivan’ or ‘the couple with all the kids’. I can remember my father telling an acquaintance about me once.,“You know…the one that lives in the city. He’s married to Deb”. Thing is, everyone knew who he was talking about.

So I’ve been thinking, as us old people often do, about how I would like for my epitaph to read.

Father, Husband, Son, Poet…Friend.

Simple.

How do you want to be remembered?