His family released this statement:
“Our father Dennis J. Banks started his journey to the spirit world at 10:10 pm on October 29, 2017.
As he took his last breaths, Minoh sang him four songs for his journey. All the family who were present prayed over him and said our individual goodbyes. Then we proudly sang him the AIM song as his final send off.
Our father will be laid to rest in his home community of Leech Lake, MN. Presiding over traditional services will be Terry…Continue
I've had fame and fortune, women come knock on my door
I've lived to the limit and maybe a little bit more
There are so many stories of how I got out of control
Some say it's a woman, some say it's my troubled soul
I'm like a crazy old solider fightin'a war on my own
Just me and the whiskey and the bottles are ten thousand strong
You'd think I'd give up as many times as I've been hit
But like a crazy old soldier, I just don? t know…
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Baby you're sixteen. That's not old as it may seem.
As for me I can't believe that it's true.
How a little girl who looks and talks like you,
is not mistaken more for twenty two.
Looking in your eyes it's so hard to realize,
that you're a girl who's only in her teens.
But as a woman of my world you are the one
that makes me feel I'm still twenty one.
What am I gonna do, when a young man calls for you
Added by Michael Johnson on October 18, 2017 at 1:00am — No Comments
I remember being told once that you can't ever go home again,
well you can but not to the home you left that rainy day in 66.
I look out the window at the rain washing down the streets of my Southern California town
and shiver at the cold 49 degree weather.
" I'm still in Vietnam" I whisper wondering if I'll really ever return from that hell hole,
it's only 10 AM and I'm already on my 3rd scotch of the day heading to 10 or more before…
Added by Michael Johnson on October 16, 2017 at 12:52am — No Comments
I. Bissell’s Ride
By Clay Perry
Listen, my children, to my epistle
Of the long, long ride of Israel Bissell,
Who outrode Paul by miles and time
But didn’t rate a poet’s rhyme.
A postman was this Israel Bissell.
Who on his horse, sped like a missile
On April nineteenth, seventy-five,
And few there are who are now alive
Who’ve read of that ride with the “Call to Arms”
Which summoned men with war’s alarms.
At Watertown where the…
Added by Michael Johnson on October 12, 2017 at 12:50am — No Comments
Ghosts of the Sun Dance-Part 1
Ghosts of the Sun Dance
1. The Path
A quest dating back through our history
Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path
Human endurance, road to mystery
Dark trail winding through the gardens of wrath
It echoes through me, this deep ambition
Half century of miles, lifetime compressed
Much more than a race, a sacred mission
With light of hardship I hope to be blessed
To outsiders, an act of madness…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on October 10, 2017 at 11:11pm — No Comments
173rd Airborne AShau Valley Airborne Assault
Many Vietnam Vets, frustrated, bricky hot, dirty with an ageless dirt, tired beyond physical endurance, weary to the bone, scared, skeptical of authority that had lied to them too many times before, boys who had done more than they could in good conscience do, seen more than they could bare to see, lost more than they could afford to lose, when conditions seemed impossibly unbearable, uttered these painful words that became a common…Continue
Where Oh Where did my little blog go
where oh where did it go
Was it's language severe or to scary
Oh where oh where did it go
Oh my oh me oh woe
where oh where did it go
is it playing with peers upstairs
or did someone send it below
it's content au-contraire mon frère
Oh where oh where did my little blog go
where oh where did it go
was the topic too frisky
it's photo too risky
oh where oh where-yes where…
Added by Michael Johnson on September 27, 2017 at 11:46am — No Comments
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest—
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,
The bos'n brained with…
Added by Michael Johnson on September 18, 2017 at 9:00pm — No Comments
The Engineers Dying Child
A little child on a sickbed lay
And death was very near
He was the pride and the only child
Of a railroad engineer
His duty had called him from those he loved
And seeing that hope was dim
While a tear he shed to his wife, he said
Just have two lanterns trimmed"
Just hang a light when I pass tonight
Hang it where it can be seen
If the baby's dead then show the red
If he's better then show the…
Added by Michael Johnson on September 15, 2017 at 3:30am — No Comments
The Kitties Are OK
Irma Spares Key West
9/10/2017 5:20 PM PDT
Hemingway House's Kitties are Safe After Hurricane Irma Spares Key…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on September 10, 2017 at 10:50pm — No Comments
Land of Misery
On the eastern shore, she knocked on our door
Then drifted away to the west
She then turned north, and steadily forth
With rage upon her crest
As she gathered force, On a steady course
To a land below the sea
Too Unaware, or unprepared
For such a tragedy
Toppling of homes, the shredding of domes
of a wind that relentlessly blows
All the terrain, was flooded with rain
When the lake did overflow
And then she…Continue
Irma and Florida
By Franklin Price
9/10/2017 - 10:07 AM
We're watching several channels
To determine what's for real
Reporters on the outside,
In the wind and rain's ideal
The place now is Miami
Presentation there's the best
Storm surge rising in the streets
Wind and rain are reaching crest
Palm trees show the blowing winds
Waves rock and roll the boats
Around low lying castle homes
Are quickly rising…
Age Is Better
I have been young,
a fresh faced sprout,
with agile legs, a muscled arm and smile
to charm the world I went through
in a rush to get a little older, sooner.
Catching my reflection while passing past
a looking glass not long ago
I discovered I was older, even old. There was
no sudden melancholy or regret, and yet
some sadness in the wonder that it happened
while I wasn’t watching,
No pause to proudly ply the…
Added by Michael Johnson on September 4, 2017 at 12:07am — No Comments
The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM, The Summing Up…
Added by Michael Johnson on September 3, 2017 at 11:59pm — No Comments
This one's for David and Sandy until missing a curve outside Soldotna AK changed everything...
Seasons In the Sun
Goodby, Emile, my trusted friend, we've known each
other since we were nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills and trees, learned of love
and A B Cs, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Adieu, Emile, it's hard to die when all the birds are
singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air
Pretty girls are ev'rywhere. wish…
As most of you know who have followed me here on W.N. most of my life has been a battle with
substance abuse and that the A.A. program was instrumental in my recovery from alcohol.
It was not however a factor in my spiritual recovery. Over time I came to realize that what was being offered was a religious program in the guise of a spiritual program and that deference to the Christian
religion was referred to when ever God was mentioned.
This was a problem for me as the…
Added by Michael Johnson on August 30, 2017 at 2:27am — No Comments
The attached photo shows a "floating raft" of thousands of fire ants after a flood the whole colony ready and able to recolonize it's self after the waters recede...this could be in abandoned homes, debris etc.
they will attack when disturbed ..en masse.
Then there's rattlesnakes, gators and lots of other displaced animal life swimming around..Bull Sharks in the rivers...sounds like a movie plot but it's happened before. So hats off to all those heroes in Texas
it's not just…
FLAGSTAFF, Ariz. (AP) — While much of the country gawks at the solar eclipse, Bobbieann Baldwin will be inside with her children, shades drawn.
In Navajo culture, the passing of the moon over the sun is an intimate moment in which the sun is reborn and tribal…Continue
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