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The 60’s

“60’s” The fifties end, the sixties begin, now in High School I’m in New books new friends, new studies, a medal I win One year of football, we tried hard to win My last two years, mostly a sin A … Continue reading

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To the people from other countries who have visited my blog, thank you and please your comments and views are welcomed

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The 50’s

                                                                “Decades of Life”                                                                  The fifties The school day begins with a game of tag Running and chasing the joy of the game Words from home soon forgotten “Don’t get dirty or I’ll spank your bottom” The sound of the … Continue reading

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“A Special Day”

“A special day” What advice can I give? What can I say? On that glorious day What will I say? So much I’ve learned up to this day That little has changed from days gone by So, this I say, … Continue reading

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“The Sitting Giants”

                                                         “The Sitting Giants” By Roberto Juarez The little six-year-old sat huddled next to his father.  Through the opening of their tent he could look out and see the nearby mountains.  He watched as dark menacing clouds rolled over the top … Continue reading

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“We Never Said, Goodbye”

“We Never Said, Goodbye”   The strong sense of certainty that comes with youth.  The knowing that when the school day would end, that the very next day you would see your friends again, not the slightest doubt would enter … Continue reading

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“Remembering Dad”

“Remembering  Dad” You spoke so seldom Your words were measured Your timing priceless Your wisdom shared Your cautions given You spoke so seldom You said so much How did you measure? How did you time? Those chosen words I heard … Continue reading

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