A SHADOW OF POEMS AND A CHILDREN’S STORY, BY JOSEPH A. GONZALES SR.
POEMS:
WAVES. There are many, many more enemies at hand, Than the shadow and fear of others. THE FRENCH QUARTER. The night. It is of a deep dark. Where memories. Mingles in with oldness. REV. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. In his time Rev. King strongly stood tall in challenging the path of dangers. Where many other men and women have tried: but failed to stand. PRESIDENT JOHN F. KENNEDY. A man he was in his own way. Who shared his dreams with all other. GREAT BATTLE. The sky of blue, once a bright day. Is turning dark. SPARKLING STAR. A Sparkling Star, high in the heavenly skies above. With its many searching beams of pulsating light. MISTY MIST-MISTY KISS. Walking through your morning mist. Upon your wet grass, and beneath your sweet smell of tall pines. HIDDEN SECRETS. Spread throughout my dangerous place. Are secrets that will forever remain hidden. SHADOW OF DEATH. He knew he had made many a sin. That now cast a Shadow Of Death over him. THIS BIG OLD FAT BROWN CAT. I once knew, This Big Old Fat Brown Cat. She always wore a big old fat red hat. THERE IS THIS ONE OLD LADY. There is this One Old Lady. To all, she seems to be so crazy. I AM A DYING MAN. I am a Dying Man. And know I have nowhere to go.
A SHORT STORY: BIG NOSE THE AIRPLANE
In a small community far, far out in the western half of dreamland. A large thunderstorm that has been going on for many of days finally came to an end. In its place a bright sun once again took over the sky above in which to spread its beautiful colors of sunrays all over. And even though the grounds are still wet and will be that way for a long time to come, it did not stop the people from doing their daily chores; nor did it stop four young mischievous little boys in searching for a new place in which to play.
Their search soon came to an end; when they soon found themselves inside this old wooden airport hangar, at a lonely abandon airfield, far away from town and their parents. And just how did these little boys managed to get themselves inside, no one knows, for little boys do managed to do a lot of things they should not do.
A little more than a minute after entering this half dark of an eerie place, made possible by the sunrays penetrating the many small cracks of the boarded up doors and windows, the little boys found themselves standing next to each other.
As they slowly moved their scary little eyes around, they saw cobwebs, and spiders and crawling insects all about. This gave notice to their little brains that the place is also very spooky in here. And even with everything looking the way it was, it still did not keep them from leaving. But resting silently far, far back in a corner and out of their view for the time being, is one worn out World War Two, Douglas C-39 airplane, and in front of its short in length body is attached a long big nose. The old age of this airplane not only looked like that of the old hangar, but it also seems to have many things troubling it, as do all old people. For instance, on the wings stretching out from each side of its dusty body is attach one worn out engine. Just under each of these engines is a metal arm going towards the ground that had a flat tire attach to each one. And because of one badly bent arm, its left wing leans just far enough down to almost touch the ground. At the rear of the slanting airplane, that was made to slant downward towards the rear, a tiny tire on a tiny arm was also flat. All of the small round windows around the sides of the airplane were missing, except for the front divided cockpit windows resting at the rear of the long big nose, which was full of heavy dirt.
Throughout years of neglect, this once red nose and gray body of an airplane, is now nothing but a lot of rust, with peeling and missing paint all over its body.
Then as all of the boys ran about exploring the hangar, one of them came to a stop a few yards in front of the old airplane. He is a tall skinny as a pin lad, with short spiked up red hair. On his thin face he wore thick glasses embedded within a large black plastic frame and it rested over the bridge of his big nose, which is the only big thing about him. He wore a pair of long dirty blue jeans held up by a tight brown belt that was too long for him in the first place, and a once white T-shirt covered his upper body. His clothing had all kinds of holes in them, and this showed everyone who would look at him, that he played around a lot.
With a growing smile he said in a squeaky high pitch of a voice that came forth from his protruding upper teeth. “Hey gang! Come over here and see what I found?”
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