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Mark O. Decker
The years 1973–1975 are included in Volume 2. These years were full of wide-ranging emotion, and these were very busy times. Mark married the love of his life, Molly McEwan, was working in the White House for Presidents Richard Nixon and Gerald R. Ford, and was still reeling from the tragedy of the Kent State University shootings, where the Ohio National Guard shot thirteen students—four of them were killed. Mark was a junior at Kent State when the shootings took place, and one of the four students killed, Sandy Scheuer, was a friend. He lost his father, Miles Burris “Bud” Decker, in January 1975, to cancer, at the early age of sixty-three. His dad included Mark in many of his activities, such as hunting, fishing, golfing, and wildcatting (oil well drilling). Vietnam was raging and an open wound that created enormous disagreement, personal and family friction between parents of the “greatest generation” who fought and won World War II and children who were college-age being sent to Vietnam. The Watergate debacle was an experience every day for all Americans, especially those who lived in Washington, DC, and most especially for those who worked in the White House for President Nixon. Mark also started law school while working full-time during this period, graduating in 1977 with a JD from George Mason University School of Law. Molly and Mark were there together as Watergate all unfolded. That was quite an experience for two young people in love. Molly spent several years working in the Senate during this period. First for the presidential campaign staff of Lloyd Bentsen (D-TX) and then for Senator Gaylord Nelson (D-WI) and then for the chairman of the Senate Committee on Small Business. Mark noted, “It was a different Washington then. Much more collegial, much less adversarial. A happy town, and both the White House and Congress were respected much more than today.”
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Country Boy - Mark O. Decker
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Footnote: The authors frequent use of the word man
is intended to refer to both men and women/male and female. It is not intended to connote gender preference. He admits he is a remnant from the days long since passed when use of that form of reference was not politically incorrect – or, incorrect in general.
I’m Running Again
Babe, I saw a lot of life,
On the horizon,
As I was comin’ down the road.
My back is good an’ strong;
My mind is sound;
I’m thinkin’ I can carry the load.
Just let me sing my songs;
Let me be a travelin’ man who longs
To head down to the station;
You can catch me if you can.
It looks like, babe, I’m back
To running again.
The best times are hard enough;
The bad times are worse;
I’ll never ask you to go that route anew.
You came around the tough bend
With me in your saddle;
When I come back, you’ll be in mine;
My dream is gonna find itself
A place in time.
That’s My Little Boy
Touches his leg with his bottle;
Watches his fingers;
Imitates a duck
With a graceful, duck like waddle.
He just never, ever dawdles.
All his observations are
With total wonder;
The world, and everything in it
Still, so new to his eyes.
That’s my little boy;
There’s not an opening
Within his reach
He’s not found a way to breach;
Not a sound runs through the air
That, wherever he is,
He doesn’t hear.
His eye catches everything,
From Sam, the cat,
To a wee, tiny ant;
I love being where he is.
1.jpgAn Echo In the Fall of the Year
With my face pressed against the glass;
Pressed against the back door glass;
Against the inside,
Which leads to the outside, to creation.
I strain to see the multi-colored leaves;
It is the fall of this year.
This time is most crisp;
This season is fresh, is dear.
I turn away and return
To write about what I saw
And what I’ll never see.
The world was there before me
If only I had seen it.
I felt it, and reached;
It fled.
Now, as I sit here alone,
Through the echo in my head
I see it again;
Next time, maybe, I’ll know when
To look.
At Sixteen Years Old
Sixteen years;
A life with few tears
And not yet any beers
In each of the first
Of sixteen years.
The first five
Are for learning how to hide;
The next six
Are for learning lots of tricks;
The last five
Are for beginning to feel life;
From there on
It’s a daily battle, and
If you’re very smart,
A daily song.
On Life’s Good Side
Life sings an eternal song
To people who care to go along
For the ride;
To people who learn to be strong,
Not hide.
Life promises us no thing, but
Holds itself out to be captured.
The victors are those with knowledge;
Those who have sense;
Those who know life is precious and dear.
There are not answers
For everything that troubles us;
Some things must be left to faith.
Those with no faith must leave theirs to fate, and
Fate is cruel to mortals.
Today, I’m on life’s good side;
To be otherwise
Would mean a part of me has died.
Saying Good-bye to Writing Poetry
The evening hustle and bustle is over,
Is quelled;
A clock tick-tick-ticks, and
I can hear water draining
From the bathtub in the upstairs apartment.
I am alone with my thoughts;
I am desirous of expressing
The life that flows inside of me,
One of God’s gifted childlike creatures.
However, my poetic vein is seemingly diminished;
I have need to move forward.
Poetry is the pure, intuitive, initial stage;
An enjoyable phase of one’s writing progression;
But I do not care to remain suspended in such a state;
New callings are afoot.
So, to poetry, who is, literally, my brain’s child,
I tip my cap and bow in gentlemanly grace to say,
You have been a fair mistress and I shall love you, always;
It was a beautiful session we had, you and I;
You have taught me how to write, how to think;
You have held my hand;
You have let me sip and drink
From your youthful fountain;
You blessed me when I held you in my arms and we cuddled.
Law School’s Demanding Examinations
How can one learn all that there is to know?
Counting, every day, each flake of snow
Would be easier.
It is impossible to learn
Everything that can be discerned;
But, if you spot the issue,
Rest assured you won’t get burned.
Bears prepare for winter by hibernating;
Should I prepare for exams by examinating?
Or, should I fall to my knees hyperventilating?
Spotting the issue is easy, but
The task then becomes more difficult;
Like trying to describe the difference
Between the texture of toilet paper, and
That of Kleenex tissue.
If is eludes you, do not fret;
You can put your family’s farm down
As a bet
That there are many, many others
Who feel the stress.
The Days of the Lone Ranger
Back then, we could have heroes;
Bullets only killed one bad guy at a time.
Bombs injured buildings,
Not entire cities.
Our heroes grunted, and
Stared death in the face,
Defying death to come closer;
It wouldn’t.
Destruction was limited
To an acceptable scope;
Mankind did not fear
The death of all creation
Except for the Russian nuclear threat
Which we skillfully evaded
By getting our little bodies under our elementary school desks.
Killers, fiends that they were,
They could be stopped.
Today, it is different;
Today we have organized bodies of people
With the kill-all mentality.
The Barefoot Boys from Plains
The President Ford to Carter transition…
The boys who won agree
That they’ll be leaving
Sweet Georgia’s soils;
But, don’t forget,
Although they leave their homes,
To the victors go the spoils.
They will not want for security or attention;
None will leave this town,
Eight years hence,
Without some sordid tale
That he or she dare not ever tell.
Here, the pawnbrokers, the stockbrokers,
The cattle traders meet and greet
As shuddering equals;
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