Jeremy's Photos

This page is in memory of a friend whose life was cut short in an automobile accident. Jeremy we will never forget you. Thank you for your smile and for touching our lives.

THE BOYS

Jeremy, Casey, Randy, Mark, and Roger

Jeremy gave these photos to us. We thought we would share them with you.

Gift to Nancy-Nature Pic #2

Gift to Kathy-Nature Pic #3

Jeremy's Poems

Carved this pipe out of an Indian heart I pass it to you and a lucky drag You can kiss God. But this old man of a riddle Knew God More--or less Of his knowledge thrown to me and others

Gave me that pipe Carved out of stone For his remembrance

Times went by I see them again Underneath the breasts of the backwoods and trails Touching the sky and rivers below. Greeted with open house and caring arms ready to pass on what he had Keys to his battered truck Food Books and always knowledge

Crazy knowledge That carried itself Through tired years of Youth and age. Through hard hours and soft minutes Through hunger and love But always There ready and watching Give the time and collect the next page. Meet him For short bursts Passing through A week's end and summer's eve.

I was young then and afraid to ask to much Afraid but knew I had other chances other times Fade away This is a dream And life adds bend

A river rushed over his body and put him back to sleep His home His blood Everything gained and taught Washed away But always remembered.

Little Dakota's Departure Into the World of the Hunt

I had a wolf dog That had a distinct odor That seemed to attract flies of various colors.

This was to his advantage, For he enjoyed The sweet taste of fly.

He would wait; sit and listen. One ear twitched Tuning in to the nearest set of wings.

Then he would crawl, (Taught by the highest ranking officer of his platoon) and sneak upon his innocent victim.

-Quick speed and instinct is good For the art of catching your fly-

Suddenly a white flash and his jaw; Bare teeth and all, Would snag the poor bug Just preparing to take off and go back to his wife and kids Sitting at home Waiting for their Papa to give them a delicious discovery.

My wolf dog Would eat away Pick his teeth clean and spit out the leftover leg. (Then if that doesn't beat it all) He would squat over his remains and Piss. Leaving his mark For the next intruder To know not to venture Into his territory.

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