Some More Stuff I Wrote: Poetry

By J.C. Hulsey

I left my childhood home at age 17 and enlisted in the Air Force. Those were probably some of the best years of my life. I married my wife, had two kids while stationed at March Air Force Base, California for almost five years, then 2 ½ years in the Air National Guard, we moved to Cedar Hill, Texas, then after a short time to North Richland Hills Texas. We moved back to Cedar Hill where most of these poems originated. I started working at Bell Helicopter in 1967, retired in 2001. We have lived in Midlothian Texas for the past 40+ years. We raised two boys, two grandboys and now we have the pleasure of having our great granddaughter living with us. She is such a joy to this old man,

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.C. Hulsey Books
• Release date: Jun 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227818782

J.C. Hulsey

J.C. Hulsey is the creator and author of The Traveler series of fictional novels. This series started for the first time in 2014, which is when readers were able to pick up this debut story! There have since been several more books that came out in this popular series.  

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Some More Stuff I Wrote

A Book of Poetry

Book #2

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Copyright © 2014 by J.C. Hulsey

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Skinned Up Knee

Why did he have to die he was just a kid

These are things I ask as I nail down the lid

The coffin's real short in fact kinda small

Cause he was just a little guy not too tall

He was with us almost four years

When I think of him my eyes fill with tears

He was just big enough for a walk in the woods

And he and I would walk whenever we could

He liked to run around with his feet bare

And as long as he liked it I didn't care

I remember how he would