My Life as an Armenian Fish Farmer

By Earnest Lawrence

A collection of poetry that talks of heartache, heartbreak, and love. Poems describing feelings of a returning war veteran. Pain, depression, and doom are all written about in this book. Poems on infatuation and longing are things discussed. Life in general is described in a way that is down to earth yet complex enough to be interesting. Thank you Cheryl and kids. I love you guys.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Earnest Lawrence
• Release date: Dec 14, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458123152

Earnest Lawrence

I am a 42 y/o man who enjoys writing.

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My Life as an Armenian Fish Farmer:

A Collection of writings

by

Earnest Gene Lawrence Jr

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My Life as an Armenian Fish farmer:

A Collection of Writings

Copyright © 2010 by Earnest Gene Lawrence Jr

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My Life as an Armenian Fish farmer:

A Collection of Writings

A Hero’s Welcome

This poem is dedicated to all of the men and women who returned from Vietnam and Korea with horrible nightmares. These heroes received little assistance with the mental issues that came about from losing their innocence in such brutal wars. They came home to people who hated them for the simple fact that they chose to serve their country. Our government ignored and at times even tried to cover up these issues.

God bless the heroes!

Bedtime comes near and a tear starts to form

Brought on by a soul that is tattered and torn

For I know when I sleep, I’ll sweat and I’ll shake

And I will beg for mercy until I’m awake

I see clearly the trees, Bright green and wet

The mist will not allow me to enjoy this cigarette

This Lucky Strike cigarette helps protect me from Charlie

While I walk down this path that I know that he’s watching

A fatal gunshot to the left at a distance

It could be my buddies they must know that I’m missing

It wasn’t my fault, it was the middle of the night

On patrol in the jungle, amidst a firefight

Bullets were flying, so we all hit the ground

And when the firing was over, I got up and looked around

Not a soldier was out there, as far as I could see

It’s like they all ran away, and left Charlie and me

I reached for my Strikes, and I pulled out a blunt

That’s when I heard the sound of a grunt

And from out of the bushes, Charlie’s face I could see

But it seemed as though Charlie had not seen me

So I slowly eased down beside a big rock

I reached for my pistol and quietly cocked

All at once Charlie started laughing with zest

Standing there admiring the hole in my chest

That’s when I wake, my face soak and wet

Eyes filled with tears, sheets soaked with sweat

I look at my wife, and then turn away

And I pray to my maker, make the