[JockoManning]

You might enjoy the short haiku type verse linked in my tagline.

[mairdie]

I enjoyed those, Jocko. They reminded me strongly of the beat poetry of the 20’s/30’s New York City scene. My father was an Army rifle instructor, but he was also part of the Village Vanguard Greenwich Village poetry scene. This is a poem written about father by one of the well known beat poets, John Rose Gildea, whom mother complained ruined the wall behind the sofa with his hair gunk.

FOR THE BLIND TIGER
An Epitaph - Jan 8, 1929

Etch him in brown
Here is an upright man.
Born to lie down.