Poem for Robert Creeley, W.A. Mozart and all departed Veterans

of all Lands in all Wars.


Here is the poem.




ANCIENT SPIRITS
(For Creeley)




Ancient Spirits
are moving
the tall, dried
Sunflowers
in the wind
and the fog.


PH




I was going to write this post, then decided not to, and then saw the NYSE and other U.S. markets were open today, Veterans Day 2015, and decided to write.


Can't the greedy ...expletives deleted... take a day off from their greed to honor those who died for their countries all over the world.


Ironically, I had been against the War in Vietnam since my sophomore year in high school, but ended up serving in the U.S. Air Force from 1966-70.


I was lucky to have lived three years in Italy and Greece.


But Veterans Day is not for Vets like me -- it is for those who died for their country, like my Uncle Dan, the youngest child in a large family who died in the Pacific in World War II.


Here is a solemn salute to Uncle Dan and all Vets from all Lands who gave their lives during War.


BTW, my novel


COOK'S RETURN
A NOVEL OF THE LATE 20TH CENTURY


was recently published and is available in print and digital formats at amazon, bn dot com, etc.


The book is set in Crete, Greece and in Paris.


I first visited both -- and lived on Crete -- while serving in the U.S. Air Force.




AGAIN, HERE IS A SALUTE TO ALL VETERANS OF ALL LANDS, AND THIS TIME LET ME INCLUDE THE ONES LIKE ME WHO LIVED.