We shall live, we shall know tears and laughter

Just words.

         We shall live, we shall know tears and laughter

Hello March, the cold Winter is almost done.

I am far-away from where I belong.

Once, Spring was the days of rebirth and new hope.

I volunteered for every deployment at Fort Hood,

trying to forget dear Clinton, Michigan.

In my dreams,

I saw a  beautiful face,

the butterfly kisses days and things so far away.

I sought the Hemingway journey.

Drank whiskey in Paris,

stayed in the Mountain of the Swiss,

drank and sang song with Russian soldiers.

I found peace and salvation in Honduras,

doing human-care missions.

Building churches and schools,

medical teams treating people in the deep mountains.

I re-gain my mind after seeing Africa.

Starvation and desert,

taught me, I had enough.

March is here and I shall be coming help dear Clinton, Michigan.

If you have not forgotten me,

replied to my letter and if you want, I can come home to you.

Dear Jenny,

I do understand,

wayward man can return too late,

kind woman, can wait so long only.

Love you, needing you and thank you for the easy days, the good days.

                Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.