Just a reflecion of life gone by - and I see a train coursing through the jungle. Little villages where the poor, but happy people live. I can see mountains reaching up to the heavens; pictures of paradise around every bend. Banana trees and coffee beans, a day at the beach; smoked shark... Beaches in a far off land. The scent of hibiscus and orchid surround me. I can see myself alone - as a child; still remembering the feelings running through me. A centrepoint in my aloneness then... an early acceptance of learning to live. School days knew difficulties; the runt of the litter, I suppose, with all its calamities and disappointments. Two spirals with crosses on a building... The symbols of God. The scent of the earth's perfume as I travel through the trails and the valleys. High up in a tree, I can hear a bird singing the news of another fine morning. And, so it begins again...
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
a great poem
Allen