Nature's Way
Waves roar.
Other times quietly roll in.
The constant flow and ebb.
As with life
joy and sorrow.
The never ending cycle.
Comment: Cycle of life-ying and yang. Enjoy the video to the right, a brief Poetical Video.
Unknown at the Punchbowl
I lie here
amidst the tropical beauty, the warm sun,
and the shade of the nearby Monkeypod tree.
In ’41, I joined the Marines
to fight for country and freedom.
Tears welled within
when I said goodbye to family and friends.
Mother cried and Dad shook my hand.
He said in halting voice,
“Be safe my son.”
With the bravado of youth,
I joked that I would return soon.
Already battle hardened
with the horrors of Guadalcanal
and most recently Saipan,
I am sent to another place, Guam.
In August of ’44,
storming the beach,
shrapnel tore my body apart
in the warm waters
of this unknown island.
No one recognized me
when recovered–
this farm boy from Kansas–
dog tags consumed by the sea.
My family and three sisters
would always wonder
what happened to their son and brother.
No matter how loud I screamed
they could not hear.
This Punchbowl,
so peaceful, quiet,
a magnificent place to rest.
Not far away, a spirit of an ancient Hawaiian roams,
sacrificed in 1726 for a Kapu* violation.
We speak often in the universal language of death.
Oh how I wanted to live.
* code of conduct or taboo violation
Comment: I am always moved when I see one of these vast memorial sites–this one being the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific, also known as the Punchbowl. So many of the best are sacrificed in war! See pictures of the area below.
Modern Air to Hawaii
Hustle, stow the luggage.
Stay out of the aisle, or step in
so others may pass.
“We want an on-time departure.”
Seven hours westward
with every seat full.
Life in sardine economy.
Vanished are the days
of festive clad flight attendants,
free meals and one drink.
Legroom for someone six-foot.
The Islands' spirit replaced
by the greed of green.
Survive, for we will soon be
in the Land of Aloha.
Comment: Self-explanatory. I remember the days when the trip over was festive and welcoming.