[Soaring Feather]

My world
a silent symphony of love
becomes lost when you fear
my whispers will end
as love bringing confusion...

[snippy_about_it]

Don't forget, you can try to find a hotel with a business office or a bar with internet access and a library. That's what SAM and I did in San Diego and I know SAM used the library while on a camping trip once.

Otherwise, I hope your wireless behaves.

Take care.

[Conspiracy Guy]

lovely! My favorite poem I wrote at 6. It goes, "Your Face!" See ya later.

[snippy_about_it]

Not quite awake yet
No poetry comes to mind
Good morning feather

[SAMWolf]

NIGHTSHIFT, 1946

In the steamy heat and the noise
Of the turning belts and spinning cylinders
That drove the cranky and endless flow of paper
We busted ass seven days a weeks
For enough to live our small-town lives.

Laughing and swearing
We bullshitted while we worked,
About The Bulge and Omaha Beach,
Iwo and Leyte Gulf,
Flak and fighters and burning cities.

Managers gone for the day,
Forman looking the other way,
We drank when we could find the time
Cheap whiskey, cheap wine
And beaucoup bottles of beer.

Swingshift or graveyard,
Laughing and bitching,
Drinking and bullshitting,
And busting ass.
Content in our simple world
Not awake to the wrongs around us.
Not worrying about the future.

Glad it was over.
Glad to be home.
Glad to have a job.
Glad to be alive.

Gerald E. Swartz
artillery loader in western Europe
C Battery 901st FA BN