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©James H. Webster

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When things went wrong

Or he wanted to think

He would climb this tree

In my front yard

There he’d sit

Thinking and talking

About anything and everything

But when I’d walk up to him

And ask, “What ya doin’, Big Boy?”

He’d just say, “Nothin’.”

I’d walk back into the house

And sit by the kitchen window

Watching this little boy

Trying to figure out life.

This would get me to thinking

About things in my life, and

Sometimes my wife would come in

And say, “What are you doing, Hon?”

I’d just say, “Nothin’.”

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(James H. Webster is my “big” brother.  He is a writer and freelance poet, living in Pensacola, Fl.  He is retired from the U. S. Navy, a widower, has three children, four grandchildren, and a cat.)