Tribute To A Fallen Son
Once more it is the anniversary of your passing,
The velvety nights, the dewy, fog-shrouded days have
Silently slipped away.
Kings and kingdoms have arisen and fallen this past year.
More man and heroes alike played out their destinies.
The great works of men's hands have perished and vanished.
Noble deeds and cowardly sins marched across the great stage
of life.
Fair, tender lilies have been born, while tired, wilted oaks
Have suffered and died in anguish
Perhaps you watched it all from your lofty perch-from floating
Glorious blue and fluffy, whipped, frothy white.
Perhaps it was you when the leaves stop the tall trees rustled
In the summer night.
Was it you? That glance I felt behind me, but when I turned,
No one was there?
Was it you? That soft footstep that whispered across the bare
Floor at evening dusk?
Was it you? That glimpse in the crowd, a halo of golden curls:
The lilt of a young voice, laughing merrily?
Was it you? The dream, so real I could almost feel your touch?
Only to awaken to stark reality again and again!
You are not forgotten, my gallant young son! Nor shall you
Ever be! Your record stands for all time, for all the world
To read:unblemished, golden, sincere.
For it is true that the good die young; the tenderest heart,
The proudest frame, the noblest character; all seem to go
Earliest.
But I remember you, Reggie, my son. I remember!
Reggie Dale Eastup was killed June 20,1975, at the age of twenty-two, in
a motorcycle-truck accident on Highway 50, between Greenville and Commerce,
Texas.
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THE U.S. IS OUR COUNTRY
I have seen the Plains of Texas
I have crossed the rivers wide.
I have flown above the mountains.
Just to see the other side.
I have seen our nation's Capitol
With monuments so grand
The sparkling Potomac, flowing
Through the flowered land.
I have seen the sea of crosses
And the Kennedy's whole clan
Arlington, where the losses.
Burden heavy that rolling land.
I have seen the bloody landscape,
Where John F. met his fate,
On a sunny day in Dallas
Oh, the carnage and the hate!
I've seen the deep Kentucky caves
The mountains of dear Tennessee
The blue smoky haze calls to me
A place where everything is free.
Oklahoma, how we love you!
Arkansas, you're really swell!
Oh, the glories of the U.S.
So many, its hard to tell
From one end to the other
One thing is very clear
The U.S. is our country
And we hold it very dear!
We stand us for our freedom
And we stand up for our rights
We stand up to our enemies
If you push us, we will fight
We stand as one, united
Against all oppression and war
When Uncle Sam needs us,
We don't hesitate to go.
From one end to the other
One thing is very clear,
The U.S. is our country
And we hold it very dear!
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THE PRAYING MANTIS
Mr. Praying Mantis, do you really pray?
Or do you take for granted
Your blessings everyday?
Do you ever thank The Lord,
For your carefree life?
Do you have some kids,
And a happy wife?
We know your light green color
In the summer bright
Is so you can catch insects,
As soon as they alight
In Fall, you change to brown
And hide upon the limbs
The color of the ground,
And eat at every whim
They say you are cruel and greedy
And even eat your own.
But the Farmer says you are needed
To help pay back the loan.
Please don't light upon me!
For it gives me such a fright
To suddenly look down and see,
Such a long and skinny sight
Mr. Praying Mantis, do you really pray?
Or do you just enjoy your life,
As you go from day to day?
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