Robert Wolfe

I still remember cleaning snow from driveways and sidewalks with John and the time we spent in the summers exploring the woods

I remember him as a polite friendly young man. It surprised me to learn he married one of my neighbors and the sister of one of my childhood friends. My condolences to his family..

When I was young
In days long gone 
Life was fast
So filled with fun
No restraints
No cares no woos.
Now full of scars
My body shows
Now for the thrill
Of those younger days
With hurt and pain 
My body pays
Yet for all I had 
I would not give
What suffering 
I now must live
For life can’t offer 
This much pain
If you never once 
Danced in the rain
If you never gazed 
From a mountain peak
Or swam with creatures 
In the sea so deep
So enjoy your life
Have some fun
Remember
You have only
One 

Posted on: Oct 26, 2018 at 9:40 AM

Yesterday while having breakfast at a Waffel House by the VA hospital in Lake City Fl. after my appointment, I met a man named Tim Emeis. He said he went to Brush and graduated in 65. I can't find him in the profiles, do you remember him? He indicated he lived by Ford and Ridgeberry and also went to Memorial.

Our blue marble

Our blue marble
The planet Earth
Alive but dieing fast
All the things we do
To solve our greed
But will our planet last
Time will come
When no one’s left
To plant another seed
But it won’t matter
In the end
There will be no one to feed
Too many here
Will always feel
There will be one more tomorrow
and they can take
What ere they want
After all
they just borrow.
Can they not see this empire
That from every one they stole
Can not be taken with them
If the truth be told
And all the damage they have done
With their insanity for gold
Will be taken by another
And for his greed be sold.
Rew 2/22/15

She calls to my senses
My head swims in her song
I am lost in her music
Her pull is so strong.
Her spell has entrapped me
She is stealing my heart
I stay here in silence
As she weaves her dark art.
She captures my mind
with her words as she sings
She tells of the pleasure
Her warm body brings.
The softness the firmness
the sent of her sweat.
She knows I'll fall pray.
She has already bet.
She does not really love me
It's her form of abuse.
For the way that she lures me
she has no excuse.
She knows nature calls to me
she's sure of her craft.
She knows at her magic
she is rarely surpassed
No one escapes her
she's deadly and sure.
For the song she will sing to you
There is not a cure
She's lovely she's crafty
You best run while you can,
or your life will be over
long before it began.
Rew 6/23/04

Tom I remember when Bob Kosinski Lived in the last house on the right on Winchester just passed Summit. We used to spend a lot of time in the woods back where all those roads were built and watched as our playgrounds were forfited to new homes but I never knew that curcle had a pet name