My thoughts on what beauty is, originally performed as a beatnik poem, complete with bongos. A Quest for Truth The moonlight breaking through the clouds The sun peaking through the gray mist One man running through many crowds Ambiguous as a clenched fist A sign waiting up in the sky A bright spot amidst the […]Read more "A Quest for Truth"
A gift to my parents this past Christmas. A Christmas Gift Dedicated to Mom and Dad Two people dedicated to creating life Not just giving it Two people shaping, molding life More than just giving it The role of a parent is more Duty dictates (demands?) diligence Watching, guiding, pushing, prodding What can only a […]Read more "A Christmas Gift"
I wrote this after my grandfather passed away last fall. A more serious turn to my musings than usual. H. Gill Hilton: In Memoriam Horace- lover of the sound of a full chorus Horace- enjoyer of flowers perhaps even an orris Horace- grateful his name was not Boris Horace Gill- a man of untold skill […]Read more "Horace Gill Hilton: In Memoriam"