
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE F$%*ED UP
I am still as euphoric as ever because of someone very special that came into my life a while back!
little stray of plans that all seems to be going very well!
The bank is great and I have had more fun there that I though I ever would! Coty and I have become close friends again after seeing each other for the first time in years. We have been enjoying House Of Sushi for lunch together once a week to get out sushi fix. Seems like we are the only ones at any branch that likes the stuff...
Blessed Be,
Celtic
THINGY
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AT PEACE
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I have finally accepted your choices, and your faults. Perhaps it is far far to late, but I figure I would let you know because you accepted mine. I miss you dearly. Thanks for everything you did for me. Slan Leat. CAR~DMR
POEM
Poem by a recent friend. Lauren McCluskey
The Garcias
Those old spurs had hung there in the back of the barn
As long as anyone could remember,
The old man hadnt drudged up all those memories
Till one bitter day last December.
The new boy hed hired on
Was admirin them there on the wall,
And the chaps that hung longside em.
Just admirin was all.
But if hed known the darkness in the steel
And the pain carried in that set,
Hed a-stayed far back from em,
As far as he could get.
My sons the old man said, blue eyes misting over.
Those old garcias rang like Christmas bells back then.
Makes this time of year hard, missin that boy
He set down on a bale, ready to tell the story again.
Was back in 69 he got drafted to the war in Vietnam,
But before that he was on his way to bein great.
He rode saddle bronc ponies, set em pretty, too.
He snapped em out better than any in the state.
The young hand could see the pride in the old mans eyes
And he whistled low, Musta been some man was he your only kid?
Sadness again filled the boss face as he just said, Nope.
Had a daughter, too. She was ten when we closed her coffin lid.
Drunk driver hit her and my son, just before he left for the war.
Never quite forgave himself for livin but hell, he was only 19.
That was a hard year for me and the wife,
Reckon the hardest weve ever seen.
Son, you shoulda heard those garcias
When he raked the ponies down.
The day he broke ol Whirlwind
That boy was the talk of the town.
All he ever wanted to do was ride those horses,
Heart and soul against horsehide and buck.
It hurt him to leave but he didnt shirk the call,
In Da Nang his company ran out of luck.
They awarded him some medals and we buried him with those,
But Ive kept his old spurs to look at once in awhile.
Never could quite move em from where he left em...
And garcias are out of style.
The old man wiped a tear and stood among creaking joints,
Dont know whatll happen to em when Im gone,
Might as well take em down and store em,
But Id sure rather see my boy strap the set on.
The young hand offered to buy the spurs,
And the chaps that hung there, too,
But the old man just shook his head,
Said, Nope, then I dont know what Id do.
I reckon theyll just hang there on that hook
Until they put my wife in her place next to mine
In the spots we bought so long ago,
Alongside Josh and Caroline.
Those old garcias still hang in the barn,
No one dares to take them down.
On the sides in gold they just say Josh
And every so often the hands hear a jinglin sound.
They know its them old spurs
But no onell swear if its true.
That boy gone for so long is still ridin saddle broncs,
Just out of sight of me and you.










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