FIREBASE LANDINGS
By Graywolf / 2004
Mission assigned, priority high,
Fire bases need re-supply,
Hanging on props, turbo driven,
Small mistakes are not forgiven,
Spiraling into little jungle hells,
With food, water, and mortar shells,
The runways are short, narrow, and clay,
Where rubber trees were cleared away,
Tents sandbagged to the eaves,
Quad 50s aimed into the jungle leaves,
And all around is razor wire,
With sticks marking fields of fire,
Men covered in clay of red,
Unload the cargo and load the dead,
Without the engines shutting down,
Less time thus spent on the ground,
Then a high speed roll with no center lines,
The over-run area is a field of mines,
Take off, climb out, flying level,
To visit another franchise of the devil.
Father of Dragons
By Graywolf / 2002
A million years ago in China a small blue egg was hatched;
And the little dinosaur looked at the world from a nest, nicely thatched;
And his tail grew long and his teeth grew strong;
Then one day he left his nest and moved along;
But to reproduce with a toothy girl was extremely chancy;
And he never met a dinsaurette that really suited his fancy;
It could have been fate that he waited too late;
For he roamed the world and never found a suitable mate;
He grew old and the winter was cold and one day he finally died;
A long time past until at last his bones were petrified;
And the moon would rise numerous times before a farmer tilled that field;
And was amazed to find the bones that fertile soil would yield;
And wise men came to study the bones and pondered a very long time;
And decided to call it a dragon, after many cups of rice wine;
“We must have a feast to honor this beast”, Said the wisest of them all;
“And a parade with his likeness displayed commencing in the fall”;
So the villagers came and gathered the bones and loaded them in their wagons;
And that is how a lonely dinosaur became the father of all dragons.
MOVIE NIGHT
By Graywolf / 2000
The movie was free for all to see if you cared to do it,
Projected through a building window onto the next one to it,
And moths would fly through the projector light becoming shadows on the screen,
And rain would fall on the watchers all dressed in OD green,
Quietly they sat dripping wet, on sandbags arranged in rows,
Contentedly watching the movie as water soaked through their clothes,
And mosquitoes buzzed around their ears and got into their eyes,
And the dialog was interrupted by thundering jets rising to the skies,
A hundred soldiers, far from home, sitting in the rain,
Dripping wet, intently watching Tarzan swing with Jane.
