Marci Cook

Marci Cook
You’re on my mind
It’s been years ago
That you were mine
It seems to me only yesterday
We were laughing, sharing, loving
In our own special way
I don’t mind telling you Marci
That I really do love you
They say the first love
You never forget
But I’m afraid you’ve forgotten
Has time taken its toll
Or have you tried
To forget me

May 23. 1972 (Gulf of Anadyr, Russia) Somewhere we were not suppose to be!

We were told if we were caught everything would be O.K. (name rank and serial number)
Yes Sir!…… Sir! Yes Sir!
So anyway, I wrote this for a guy who used to read the crap I wrote while we were at sea.
He had a girl back home that he would talk about all the time named Marci Cook –
I really liked the name Marci Cook. Bob was a great guy and friend –
He asked if I could write him something for her as us being where we were, we were all scared, lonely and stupid. So I wrote this for him/her….
I think he sent it to her

As it gets dark and the rain comes

First Tornado Warnings 2008 (Jim the dog knew it was on the way!)

Kansas Spring 2008

An Old One!

If I was made of clay
You could mold me as you please
Then you could rightfully say
I’m the person you want me to be
If my mind was made of circuits
And electronic memory banks
You could rewire me to bid you many thanks

Oct 1, 1974. Kodiak Island (Bering Sea)
willis

Limerick

NATURE AND THE FINGER
Nature
Impersonal inescapable
Beautiful generous yet unsympathetic
Life
Human’s animals and plants
They live their short time
Here, yet gone in a instant
Their places filled so fast
Scarcely missed
The oceans the mountains
The stars the sky’s seem to last
Yet even they change and die
Their time appears not as abrupt
Geological universal age cosmos
Earthly physical epoch
Death
Everything known and unknown
Born merely to end
Place your finger in a pool of water
Remove it
What is left is entirely what was
Were we ever here
Look into the motionless pool of water
Unchanged unaffected as if untouched
We see we never were
The universe is a larger pool
The finger thus far not removed
We are just insignificant fools
Nature beautiful generous unsympathetic
Infinite immeasurable so vast
Remove the finger and thus heavens existence will not last


willis

I don't remember writing this!

I don't remember writing this but found it in my documents?

After thinking and looking, I found this to be part of Charles Hanson Towne works!
(1877-1949)


The days go by and weeks rush on
And before I know it a year is gone
Life is a swift and terrible race
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes
And the distance between us grows and grows
And that's what we get and deserve in the end
Around the corner a vanished friend