The Black Granite Wall I stand in solemn awe, staring at names etched into this polished black granite wall. Too many names can not read them all, nor can I contain myself tears begin to fall. These men and women who left husband, wife, children alone to give their lives in a combat zone. I stand in solemn awe, my reflection’s on this black granite wall. a free man’s staring back at me. Because fifty-eight thousand two-hu...

I want to share with you a true story about a three year old boy who lived in a small farming community in Texas. Brownfield Texas comes by it’s name honestly. Brown fields are everywhere. If you have never been in a dust storm in Brownfield Texas you know very little about dust, dirt and sand storms. I remember as a child playing outside and the wind was not blowing very hard, but on the horizon we could see a wall of di...

The Beach of Nothingness To the beach of nothingness is where I go, When the pressures of life Seem to take its toll. I slip off the flip-flops of my mind, As I allow the cool sands of father time To ooze between my toes. I feel gentle, winds blow, Through my messed up hair It’s wonderful, because, I don’t care! I take deep breaths That clears my mind And refreshes my soul. I hold hands with precious memories. We walk tog...