There's a man down Houston way He sits on a bridge and watches ships come down the channel In one direction, he sees a monument to fallen heroes In the other, he sees the city skyline
There's a man down Houston way He sits on a bridge surrounded by storage tanks In the tanks is stored the fuel that runs the country In the tanks is stored the fuel that pollutes the world
There's a man down Houston way He sits on a bridge and is filled with sorrow Inside his head, he sees a dark and troubled future Inside his heart, he feels the grief the Earth is bound to come to
There's a man down Houston way He sits on a bridge and thinks about jumping In the depths of his soul, he knows it would be meaningless At the bottom of his spirit, he knows this is not his path
There's a man down Houston way He sits on a crossroad bridge of the land and the sea And he can't find the place inside, where truth is honored He can't find the place inside, that will tell him what to do
There's a man down Houston way He sits on a bridge and watches the ships come up the channel In one direction, he sees the city skyline In the other, he sees a monument to fallen heroes
Jim Bush is a 61 year old, Vietnam-era veteran, currently living in Katy,Texas. He was raised in a military family. His father received the Silver Star for directing troops while under air attack at Clark Field in the Phillipines, survived the Bataan Death March, and spent three and a half years in a Japanese POW camp. He also received the Purple Heart for wounds received while a POW. Jim served as an army photographer in Okinawa and Korea. In 1987 he traveled to the war zones of Nicaragua with a veteran's group dedicated to stopping the Contra War.
Please, keep writing down your thoughts!! Write, write, write! You must know how important, how meaningful your poems are...at least, I mean...you must know. Thank you, again.
jde1952
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on Monday, June 25, 2007 at 6:49:46 PM
