Where did the Children go

What has happened to the World Today?

Everybody struggling to find a way

To end the suffering and the pain

To find the happiness once again

What about the little children

Who never learn how to play

It’s almost like they went far away

When they’re young, just let them show it

If we love them dearly, let them know it

They grow up too fast, so let’s not blow it

One day they’re very small

Then you turn around and they’re tall

Kids barely venture outside

In their rooms they tend to hide

While sitting on a Playstation

They barely need imagination

Their friends are on a computer or cell phone

So they never do things, they’re always alone

As kids, we didn’t have 10,000 friends

But we formed personal friendships that didn’t bend

But on a computer the number of friends never ends

But un-like when we were kids

They don’t meet face to face

And never socialize in a special place

Electronic friendships are shallow and low

Because an electronic friend is hard to know

What happened to the stuff we used to know?

Where is the playtime? Where did it go?

My newest adventure

I'm working on my newest adventure and hope to have it done in a couple months in time for a summer release. My second book of Poems that I had written over the years about my Military experiences and heartaches. Hope you check it out when it comes out.

A Boy who looked DEATH in the face

A Tale of a little Boy who looked death in the face

I grew up along the mighty Wabash River in the state of Indiana, when I was 10 I started delivering Newspapers after school. I had about 100 papers to deliver every day come rain, snow, sleet or hail. I had saddle bags and a basket on the front of my bike and I also carried a paper delivery bag around my waste to hold all my papers. I covered approximately a five mile area and it was hard work for a young boy. I lived on what was called the North River Road which ran all along the length of the river, it was basically a flat road except on each end there was a big hill I had to go up. When I would get done delivering my papers I would usually stop down by the river to skip rocks on the water. Sometime I would hang out at a park which was at the end of the route. But on this particular day I decided to take a ride down this dirt lane that led down to the river.

When I got down to the end of the lane I noticed a car parked over by the edge of the water and it looked like two people sitting in the car. I rode my bike passed the car and waved at them and did not get a response back. So I rode on down to the water and skipped rocks on the water for awhile until I got tired. I finally decided that I had better head home as I had some home work from school that I needed to do.

On my way out I decided to ride by those people once again, but for some reason (I don’t know why) I decided to stop by their car and say hello to them. When I got up close I could see something red on the windshield area. Once I got up beside them I could tell that it was blood, as I looked into the car a woman was leaning up against the passenger window with blood all over her face, this really scared me and as I looked at the driver he was leaning over the steering wheel with blood all over him as well, It seemed as if his eyes were stareing right at me. I could also see a pistol laying on the seat between them. I knew at that point that they were dead, so I headed home as fast as I could pedal. Our house was about a mile down the road, I was so exhausted by the time I got home, and I ran upstairs screaming for my dad, he came running out as he thought that I was hurt. I proceeded to tell him what I seen and at first he didn’t believe me, but finally he grabbed the phone and called the state police. My dad and I then got in our car and drove down to that lane and waited for the police to arrive.

It wasn’t long before we heard the sirens coming and the police drove up and we told them where the car was at. In a short while an officer came out to get information from me and we were told that it looked like a double suicide. We finally left there and headed back home and the next day in the newspaper (there it was) it said that a man and woman had been found dead in a car parked by the river. Apparently the man shot his wife and then shot himself. I had nightmares for days after that. I could see the man’s eyes staring at me with the blood all over his face. And that was the first time in my life that I looked death in the face, a sight I can never forget.

(c) S. Weathers 2010

My Book "A Boy in a Hurry for Manhood to Arrive"

After 40 years I was talked into writing my story. The book covers the better part of my life from when I quit school at the age of 16 and joined the Army. I finished Basic Training and was sent to Okinawa where I could have spent most of my career but when I turned 18 I decided I wanted to go to Vietnam and ended up spending 2 years there. When my enlistment was up I still did not feel like I fitted in civilian life and joined the Army Reserves. This book covers all my exploits throughout my life and I even talk about my failed marriages. I recommend this book for anyone who is thinking about joining the military. It is now available on Amazon.com

A Boy in a hurry for manhood to arrive

“The Big Decision”

It was hard to remember a time when I had been more pissed off, or even a time in my life when I wanted to hit something more than I did at this moment. I was still seething inside as I walked the eight miles home from high school for the last time on that warm day in 1966. I say it was the last time because I was coming fresh from a fight with my high school Principal; my nerves were still on edge simply because I had wanted to deck him so badly, but you can’t hit an old man and feel justified about it. Hell, it wasn’t like it was the first time I had ever been sent to the principal’s office, I had gotten used to that, but I was determined it would be my last. I was sent to his office, this time, from shop class because I had rigged a piece of lumber in the lathe so it would fling out at the shop teacher when he turned it on. I think that action got a laugh out of the class but the shop teacher was far from amused so it earned me a trip to the principal’s office. The difference was, this time the principal told me he ‘would have to paddle me’ because it was such a ‘serious offense,’ and someone could have been hurt badly by the flying piece of wood. He then took a rather large paddle from behind his desk and came at me with a look of almost delight in his eyes, as if hitting students made his day. I, right there and then, decided that no one was ever going to lay a hand on me. I bit my lip, turned my head, balled my right hand into a fist and mustering up all the inner strength of a 17 year old boy, I defiantly said: “If you touch me with that damn paddle, I’ll break it over your fucking head.” Suddenly the principal stopped in his tracks, probably stunned by the language. Small town Indiana nice kids weren’t supposed to talk like that, not that I cared how I talked. I had always been what they called a rebel in those days anyway and I admit I had a problem with authority figures. He suddenly stopped, lowered the paddle and looked at me through squinted eyes and said: “What did you just say?” I replied: “You heard what I said,” in an angry voice. Then he told me I would have to be suspended for three days. I lowered my head and mumbled something about how it was going to be the longest three days he would ever see and with that, I slammed out of his office, walked through the big glass doors, away from the building, never once looking back. That son of a bitch sure didn’t need to tell me twice. I knew I was never going back to that school. Shit, I really hated school anymore anyway. Lately school had lost all meaning for me; I had become restless and failed to see any reason for continuing high school. I knew my parents were not going to be real happy about this, but I just didn’t care right now.