tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30283806147054576192011-11-27T16:18:11.277-08:00Adventures in TimeLife's journey is limited only by the mindJack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-32940587325446626502011-11-20T18:18:00.000-08:002011-11-21T06:28:45.081-08:00The TrophyThe handsome white-tail ambled slowly down the wash, moving from one side of the little stream to the other, seemingly unconcerned about the world around it. It was a beautiful animal, a big buck with four, maybe five points on each antler, a nice rack.
Jim watched as the deer came to within a hundred yards of him. His mouth grew dry and his breathing quickened as the creature continued toward Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-6190638347639848092009-10-13T19:28:00.000-07:002011-11-17T08:45:46.932-08:00Kai "Bear"
I often wake up very early, sometimes around 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning, and can’t go back to sleep. This morning I descended the stairs and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of milk, check on the dogs and just look around.
In the foyer my foot hits an Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-88804970634001197702007-12-26T10:39:00.000-08:002010-04-25T19:50:34.930-07:00The House WrenThe House WrenChapter I(The Beginning)1947The August sun hanging in the clear blue Texas sky seemed not the least bit inclined to continue its afternoon trek westward. Those fortunate men and beasts who could afford the luxury had long since sought shelter and shade from the heat. This caused no grief however to the mighty sun who was content, as was his nature, to vent his fury on all who Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-81372910524289203712007-12-26T09:46:00.000-08:002007-12-26T09:51:05.172-08:00AntietamI Walked today on hallowed groundReclaimed by passing yearsWhere shot and shell and musket roundCut trees and corn and heroes downAnd summoned mother's tearsI lingered near the old west woodWhere the Dunker Church still standsThere Jackson's army turned and stoodRelinquished precious southern bloodAnd challenged patriot's handsWhen Hooker's men, before he fellIn double line arrayCharged like Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-64419936429518060112007-12-25T11:47:00.000-08:002007-12-25T11:49:49.821-08:00Ode to Washington DCODE TO WASHINGTON D.C.I took a trip this Springto Washington, D.C.To see the Capitol Cityof the great land of the freeThe Memorials and the Monumentswere dazzling, bright and fairand the cherry blossoms blessed the nosewith their fragrance in the airThe town was most excitingAnd it really caused a thrillWhile driving by the White HouseI waved hello to BillBut the trip was not fulfillingAnd it Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-8692459144026207872007-12-21T21:47:00.000-08:002007-12-21T21:52:03.237-08:00Magothy River MelodyThe dawn light bathes the willow's cloakin soft refrains, the senses strokeand silent shrouds of rolling smokealong the Magothy at morn'Canvas visions, bold and sleekof tacking sloops off Cypress creek;While seabirds play near the Chesapeakeon the Magothy, middayThe sun sinks low 'till out of sightappointing stars to guard the nightwith moonbeam dreams of shimmering lighton the Magothy at eve'TheJack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-49977223410987671152007-12-21T06:58:00.000-08:002008-09-30T11:23:02.753-07:00The Salvation of Ransom CurryIn the Great Depression years of the 1930’s, in many parts of the country, there existed an entire population of displaced persons, often whole families traveling together, roaming the length and breadth of America looking for enough work to provide the bare necessities of life. Where ever there was work, or even just the hope of work, they would gather by the hundreds, desperately seeking and Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-48673397355711248462007-12-21T06:18:00.000-08:002007-12-21T06:20:39.783-08:00Old RoadIt catches my eye off the interstateas the mighty overpasscondescendinglyflaunts itself and seems to sayI'm better than you, your day is gonethen shrugs its shoulders as I rush onI watch it as it follows for a whileslowly of course for it has no place to bethen crosses over a hill and disappearsJust an old road, no longer usedthat once carried loved ones awayand sometimes brought them back againIJack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-42223502783931074332007-12-20T19:43:00.000-08:002008-04-19T21:39:17.738-07:00Adventures in Time Book II The Rough RidersChapter 11The Rough RidersFebruary 16, 1898Early Monday morning, I received a telephone call from Charles White, Managing Editor of my newspaper, who had himself been notified by the night man in regards to an apparent attack, the previous Sunday evening, on an American Navy ship.There was a flurry of activity in the ready room, even more so than usual, and much earlier than normal. Telephones Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-59889607029873718602007-12-20T19:36:00.000-08:002007-12-28T05:43:54.787-08:00Adventures in Time Book II Billy The KidChapter 5William H. Bonney“Who has heard of Billy the Kid?”“I have,” Cami said.“Okay, Cami, that’s good. Who was Billy the Kid?”“I don’t know, Grandpa”, she said, “I just said I’d heard of him.”“So you did. Okay guys, who knows who Billy the Kid is?”“I do,” Marcy said. “He was a bad guy in the old west.”“That’s right, sort of. It depends on who you ask,” I told them. Some say he was a bad guy, Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-72298507422823065672007-12-20T19:19:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:05:50.516-08:00Adventures in Time Book II Chief JosephChapter 4Chief JosephJune, 1877Word came of an Indian uprising in The Oregon territory. The Nez Perce, believing their treaty, and promises made by the U.S. Government, had not been kept and who now were being forced off their traditional homeland in the Wallowa Valley to army designated reservations, took up arms to protect their rights. The uprising came as a surprise to the American Army, for Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-75778131048420993602007-12-20T19:12:00.000-08:002010-11-14T07:37:33.593-08:00Adventures in Time Book II Little Bighorn
Chapter 2
Little Bighorn
May, 1876
Denver, Colorado
It had been ten years since I left Washington. It was not an easy decision to make, as I recall, for life in Washington had become easy, quite comfortable in fact. The Editor, Wilson Blackmon of the Washington Star, offered me a position as Assistant Editor, intimated that he would retire in the coming years, and that I was an obvious choiceJack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-62769553156711464012007-12-20T19:06:00.000-08:002007-12-25T18:12:06.924-08:00Adventures in Time Book II The Adventures ContinueADVENTURESIN TIMEBook IIThe American WestJack DallasContentsChapter 1. The Adventures ContinueChapter 2. Little BighornChapter 3. ColoradoChapter 4. Chief JosephChapter 5. William H. BonneyChapter 6. Wyatt EarpSelected PicturesGeorge Armstrong CusterGeneral Nelson MilesGeneral Oliver HowardChief JosephChapter 7. Bat MastersonChapter 8. Buffalo Bill CodyChapter 9. LeadvilleChapter 10. Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-2009317836037786642007-12-20T18:43:00.000-08:002008-12-30T09:56:59.593-08:00Je Me Souviens QuebecJe me souviens Quebec, I will rememberFrom the early days, the days of youthwhen I first loved life, and friendsand truthFor your gentle heartbeat, welcome, warmbeckoned stranger thereTo fall in love, or perhaps to dreamof a girl (or was she just a vision seen)who made the heart and time stand stilland the earth to move against its willWhen sharing glance and Summer airas shoulders touched in Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-36628263522970195942007-12-20T18:22:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:28:45.002-08:00Yellow HatThere’s a picture from the pastthat in my mind will always lastMy darling one so sweetly satand blessed the worldIn her yellow hat‘Neith the shading Sycamore,locked in time forevermore,she sat and dreamt of this and thatin her sundress and her yellow hatDreaming dreams of this and that,a vision in her yellow hat,as sweetly on the grass she sat,as sweetly on the grass she sat,clothed in love and Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-88792839435370597382007-12-20T18:21:00.000-08:002007-12-25T11:53:26.964-08:00Empty SkyShimmering spires of glassand steelin muted testimony, restIn silent shroudsand shattered dreams,to tell a nation’s worstand bestEnjoined in hopeand bitter willBeneath the maelstromcold and darkstrong hearts and weaktogether lie,where once I stoodin wondered aweand traced your linesinto the skyDespair you notmy nation’s soulThe hand of Godrestraineth theeAnd comfort bringsand solace givesto Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-82329860068841665042007-12-19T10:28:00.000-08:002007-12-27T18:57:21.142-08:00Llano Estacado The wind, the constant windthe gentle searching windmoves across the plainsthrough the mesquite grovesand yucca plantsand sings her soft refrainsto the chaparraland horney toadand critters in her waywho wait in silent fortitudefor the dawn of a brand new dayThe ghostly, rhythmic, steady beatof the pumpjacks close at handand the mournful cryof a lone coyote(y)the heartbeat of this landcaresses Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-30989387973683424652007-12-19T10:12:00.000-08:002007-12-26T19:50:10.021-08:00Spanish PoemsMi Nieta(una poema para Cheyenne)Mi angelita con los ojos maronesY la cara que como las estrellas, brillaSin ti, yo pase muchos anosPero cuando viniste, mi vida comenzoCami de CieloCami de cieloregalo dulce de cieloMi nieta queridami amoritala quien me hace sonrisaEnviado de Diospara bendecir mi vidaNecesite’ solomente momentoa caer en amor contiga;Pero ya vivir sin tiyo no tendría ni vidaAmor Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-41372197364912828822007-12-19T05:40:00.000-08:002007-12-20T19:00:16.541-08:00Spare RibSPARE RIB(a poem for wife)If the sun comes up tomorrowand finds the earth still holding fastIf the rivers keep on flowingas they have in seasons pastIf God should grant us one more dayOr if all should end beforethe plans we've made are realizedAnd we stand at heaven's doorIf all of life is called awayAnd the circle broken throughIf the sea gives up its secretsAnd the dead rise up anewIf the sun Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-22812584598533308802007-12-19T05:37:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:34:04.929-08:00Romance PoemsLOST LOVENow and thenOn rainy daysand starless nightsWhen life weighs heavyon the soulBeneath facadeswhere the spirit liesLost in the memoryof your eyesAnd your smileI'm reminded once againwhat was and isAnd what might have beenPoem for a Southern GirlSweet Face seen only in a photographonce known, once loved, I dare pretendthat makes my heart both laugh and cryand casts my dreams upon the Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-33876121054521934042007-12-19T02:24:00.000-08:002007-12-19T02:25:41.914-08:00Three PoemsFADED ROSE Gone are the days of endless Spring and the purr of her Calico Cat;And songs once sung in the old porch swing where a laughing beauty satForgotten loves and heads once turned and dreams she left along the way. Now Rosie sits and contemplates; And dies a little more each day EMILY (the cat)She sits in the cornerand stares at meas if to learn my secretsI put Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-34066804830115374392007-12-19T02:11:00.000-08:002009-02-21T21:07:50.840-08:00Round EyesThe last thing I rememberwas her eyesBrown, blue, green?I'm not sure nowIt doesn't matterPrettiest eyes I'd ever seenAs they looked into mineand held me captivethey masked the horrorand the truthAs she bound my woundsand eased my painShe shed tears for me, gentle tearslike breaths that ceasethen come againLove's labor, quickly, calmly 'thoattending to the taskUndaunted by the cries and screamsandJack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-22505453925691784632007-12-18T20:42:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:49:00.537-08:00Adventures in Time Joshua Lawrence ChamberlainChapter 12CHAMBERLAINMy grandchildren sat in stunned silence. I’d struggled a bit, to get through the story of President Lincoln, and it appeared to be causing them some concern.“Why would anyone do that, Grandpa?” Cheyenne said, almost in tears. “Why would anyone kill the president like that?”“John Wilkes Booth hated Lincoln”, I told her, “and by killing him he thought he would be helping the Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-81204904043899281332007-12-18T20:37:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:49:41.142-08:00Adventures in Time Abraham LincolnChapter 11LINCOLNApril 1865WashingtonI arrived in Washington from Appomattox, late on Thursday the thirteenth, quartered my horse, and made my way to my residence at the Willard Hotel. It was late but I’d managed to sleep on the train and I was not tired. It had been some time since I was there but everything was just as I had left it.My fame or notoriety, whichever description may seem Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-90589449756957465472007-12-18T20:34:00.000-08:002007-12-20T19:01:43.880-08:00Adventures in Time AppomattoxChapter 10APPOMATTOXApril 1865Events in the war were occurring now at breakneck speed. Richmond fell and then Petersburg and hard news, for the South, was received that A.P. Hill had been killed. Lee was moving to the West, trying to avoid the Union Army for as long as he could. I was ordered to follow General Grant’s army until the war was ended. It was my wish to return to Petersburg and visit Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-56128083000233625182007-12-18T20:26:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:50:22.267-08:00Adventures in Time Robert E. LeeChapter 8LEEAfter the terrific losses at Cold Harbor and The Wilderness, Lee expected Grant to withdraw and regroup, as had been the custom of every Union General he’d faced up until that time; But Grant had not done as Lee expected. He continued to hammer the Army of Northern Virginia from all sides and at all times of the day and week. He came at Lee with no let up and with ever increasing furyJack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-11439172869453401722007-12-18T20:21:00.000-08:002007-12-26T19:46:42.324-08:00Adventures in Time Chasing MosbyChapter 7CHASING MOSBYWashington 1863 – ‘64There was an air of frustration in Washington. The war was moving deeper into the South and although there was a growing feeling of security, however cautioned it might be, there was still a ‘fly in the ointment’, so to speak. The cause of the frustration had been created by a man named Mosby, Colonel John Singleton Mosby, to be more specific, and his ‘Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-16957360664149916562007-12-18T20:07:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:51:18.761-08:00Adventures in Time GettysburgChapter 6GETTYSBURGJuly 2, 1863I arrived at the headquarters of General George Meade, near the town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, just off the Taneytown Road, late in the day on the 2nd of July. The hostilities had already commenced. After speaking briefly with General John Buford, whose cavalry had held back superior Confederate forces on the first day of fighting until reinforcements arrived to Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-39945410171987840762007-12-18T19:57:00.000-08:002007-12-18T20:04:43.193-08:00Adventures in Time Chapter IADVENTURES IN TIMEThe Adventures BeginDallas Texas2004 “Tell us a story, Grandpa.” Neil, my precocious five-year-old grandson, implored me again. “Tell us a story about you, when you were a boy.” “Well, that was a long time ago,” I said. “Are you sure you want to hear about things that happened so long ago?” There were shouts of “yes” from the others who were sitting around Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-46557344981460223132007-12-18T19:22:00.002-08:002007-12-25T12:24:18.306-08:00DreamcatcherI met a man from MagothyWho spoke in riddles and rhymesAnd carried his dreams in a canvas bagThat he opened from time to timeHe sat beneath a willow treeOn the road to Alden BayAnd told his tales to the NightingalesAt the close of every dayHe beckoned me, draw near, young manI’ll catch you a dream or twoThe cost is naught, for I perceiveThat your heart is straight and trueWhat would you have if Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-33499568993143076062007-12-18T19:22:00.001-08:002007-12-28T18:22:44.703-08:00ColoradoThere is thunder on the wind tonightout across the great divideAnd my heart longs for Zephyr songsand dreams I cannot hideDeep in my mind and memoriesregrets of troubled timesof waterfalls and distant callsand shifting paradigmsThrough the canyons and the treesold dreams are born anewChinook winds sing a mournful songthat calls me back to youReturn, return, sweet land of restand soothe my longingJack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3028380614705457619.post-79807630570540986292007-12-18T19:20:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:43:13.812-08:00Whispering Windfrom the lonely valleysfar below,the rustling leaves ofaspens callmy troubled soulfrom deep withinto live againto love againbeside Blue Rivers’raging flow‘neath mountain skiesand whispering windscome gentle clouds andsummer snowand memories oflong agothe lifting windthe searching windthe whispering windthat calls my namestill you nowmy fractured hearthide in me andbring me peacelet haunted Jack Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04667243653747458439noreply@blogger.com0