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Grandpas House & From Iraq with Love [Two Poems]
Grandpa's House The house needed painting While he, pealed off the ole Just a humble wooden house An' his well-kept yard, which Branches-they looked like #807 8/18/05 Note by the author: "We all grew up together I suppose you might say, my brother and I, mom and grandpa, a few aunts in the beginning, all living in an extended family environment; that is how it felt anyhow. Although the house belonged to my grandfather, we all lived together; now it all seems so long ago, and what pops out of my mind is: I never did take a liking to painting houses after painting his a few times." From Iraq with Love American's most often are Shaving Breakfast Family An' then, #806 8/16/05 Note by the author: "I am not for or against the war in Iraq, for the most part; although I do believe America did do a great service for the world, and the Iraqi people by bringing down Saddam, a world demonic beast, from his throne, and perhaps it was worth the price, then and now; we are all counting the price right this minute, are we not [?] But is it worth it to continue? A pale question at best, now facing everyone in the country. There are wiser men than I up in Washington D.C., figuring these things out, and surely we do not know everything of what is in the background. But being in a war, I do know this: we won the war, it should be over, and we are not responsible to rebuild their whole country at the cost of taxing the American citizen to death: financially, resources, and our youth wise. I do pray that President Bush will bring our boys home. Enough is enough." See Dennis Siluk's new book of poems "Spell of the Andes," at any book dealer: http://www.amazon.com or http://www.bn.com
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