Franklin J. Warren
Prescott, Arizona
Franklin J. WarrenPrescott, Arizona |
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Franklin J. Warren was born on Feb. 2, 1926 in the living quarters of a Louisiana & Arkansas Railway Depot where his father was the agent some ten miles from Winnfield, Louisiana. He joined the Navy at seventeen and made a career of it retiring in March 1970 as Chief Aviation Electronics Technician. He had been Public Affairs Representative for a district under Navy Recruiting Office prior to retirement. Franklin came to Prescott, Arizona from there and made this city home. His wife of 42 years died here in Nov. 1990 and he has been alone since! He has a college education plus all the empirical input and schools from the Navy career! Franklin has quite a few hobbies that he did for a while including amateur radio, silversmithing, ornate pictorial calligraphy, welded metal sculpture, and painting. Now into computers very heavily and enjoying the internet! Trying always to keep his mind open and active! |
ReverieToday I think of days long gone.With no one to call my own, Those wonderful days of the past, Linger on and last and last. Days of youthful expectations, Blissful days full of sensations, Sunny days all too short, Rainy days in which to cavort. Swimming in the old swimming hole, Youthful days without any goal, The smell of new mown hay, To feed the animals on a winter day. Each new day is a wonder of new things. We have yet to know mankinds stings, Lazy days of doing nothing, just pure bliss, That no one should ever miss. Bountiful living from the land, Varied pleasures from each stand, Of food source bushes and trees, Mayhaws abound among cypress knees. Riding horses, roping things, all a thrill, Bulldogging calves as a cowboy will, All these things of great joy, From my days as a boy. Swinging on vines across a creek, For youth is never meek, Wild grapes on which to dine, Wonderful days that were mine. Those days were sixty and more years ago, And still today more precious than you know, These days linger on in my memory, And return to me in my reverie. |
How Much LoveHow much love can one give,An infinite amount I believe, How long can a love live, For as long as one can perceive. If there is an eternity, There, so love must be, A never ending dance, Of sweet romance. |
Man & ArtMan and art are one,Beneath our life giving sun, Ephemeral is our time, With little reason, little rhyme. |
LoveA beautiful love fills my heart,Wonderful love, And a wonderful smile, touched my heart, Smile at me always, Touch my heart always. |