Compa�eros De Mi Vida
(My Life's Companions) |
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I wonder what they're doing now,
Those friends from
so long ago;
The ones who came to grace my days
When
my hair was untouched by snow:
Mullen no longer
patrols Michigan's
Roads in his mighty F-86D;
He's
probably home in Texas again,
With his imagination not
quite so free.
I'll bet he'd be surprised to know
That, a few years later in Spain,
I met a guy named
Hooker who also
Drove a Volkswagen fighter plane...
Then there was �Rat', my amusing friend
With a wit
that was rapier keen,
Who also was surprisingly strong,
Though his physique was whippet lean.
His nickname
didn't do him justice,
Curtis Mallory was his real name,
And I'm mighty glad he was around;
His humor helped keep
me sane.
And clever, smooth-talking Corley,
Who
was never at a loss for words,
I'm sure old Ray could
solve Bush's
Snafus with Shiites and with Kurds.
There was always a Corley or Curtis
Who somehow seemed to
be near
Whenever life took a nasty turn,
Or the skies
grew clouded and drear.
From Mississippi to Vietnam,
on
The prairie or a high mountain top,
I had the great
good fortune to find
The very cream of God's own crop.
So, here's to you, the cherished friends
I met from
Cut Bank to Bangkok...
May the music of your lives play
on
... May you Forever Rock |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2007
Listed
January 17, 2011 |
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