<BGSOUND SRC="blueberry.mid" LOOP="INFINITE"> PARIS HILTON left a message on this website saying,"It could be a good CELEBRITY place. ABRAHAM LINCOLN clay sculpture by me Type in: WALT CHRISTIAN LARSEN, and look up my background upon the Internet

BYRLE KEELIN 1937-2001Painful despair, and I was there when the doctor told him, "BETTER GET YOUR THINGS IN ORDER!" And I tried to cheer him up by taking his photo, and he smiled through a blurr of sorrow, as if to borrow strength to face tomorrow, and to show he was my friend until the very end. Well folks, the miracle he wanted never came, but he believed in JESUS, and that was a miracle within itself, for he was a work in progress, as he learned from day to day to know the LORD.

Goodbye my friend; the poet, Byrle Keelin, a man with a lot of class. He seemed to recall all of the words to songs of the past and present, it was amazing. Industrial Engineer and family man, he is missed.

Singer TOM JONES says, "HELLO" Go to Yahoo! Burbank California Flightline during the great World War 2. Brand new Lockheed P-38's awaiting their first flights, then on the way to war.

AND SHE IS She's the nectar of the Orchids of the valley, and she is there as if smiling amongst the flowers and the trees, and she hath a delicate heart as if tuned unto a Cathedrals magnificent chimes, and sometimes as if with Butterflies she dines, and she is the poetess of the magnificent pond, for it's beautiful land she is standing upon. From the babbling brook and from it took some sweet water cress, as she felt the sublime caress from the playful breeze, and she whispers, "thank you please," unto the voices heard within the wind and from natures lapidary of exquisite colors within it's sparkling waters. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved:

ENRAPTURED "about my wife" The sweetly clear, resonant voice, so unequivocal today, to me it seems but yesterday. To sit and listen in with rapture, the iridescent music my mind it is to capture, and to set at rest the pasts bits of catastrophic ambiguousness, as we the Antipodes, drawn so closely within the sweet proximity by a non-redundant sound, and expressing purest emotion by it's passion upon it's ground, as if the golden leaves of the trees of Paradise seem wafting round and round. That gift to me so grand, intrinsic though it it, is more than I can understand, as the wells fill with tears, she is my one and only dear; her absence then is what I fear!! The great mystery it is, as we the Antipodes still 'tis. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved:

I drew this yesterday showing AMELIA EARHARDT'S beautiful Electra aeroplane on her fated trip around the globe, circa 1937. White clay sculpture of an Indian. Sculpted the last of October 2005 Oh the commanding "ORATORY," from TEDDY LIDA MAE

LIDA MAE from the green of Chattanooga, Tennessee, and I could see that she was a sweet and beautiful girl, and I was leaving soon to be in the US Army, and so we were apart but wrote letters back and forth for awhile until I met my beloved NANCY LEE and married her in february of 1959. Wonderful girl, 'twas LIDA MAE

FRIGHTENING NIGHTThe infernal Monsoon spooned~~~~~~~ it's aweful turbulence within terms of violence across the Tucson plain, bringing the beat of rain across the RV's window panes. Wind, howling at it's best, as we held our breath, the thunder echoed, rolled and re-echoed, it's blinding fire~~~~~~ within lightning desires, stunning the peaceful reasurrances of vivid utterances, divining the night in kind within terrors abhorrences. Those vivid, so deadly forked flicks, and how can it mix with those cowering humanoids so seemingly devoid of fates comprehension within wilted dimension? The morning comes at last, and we later review the latent news of a house fire or two, and of one drowned within her car within Tucson town of renoun, and I can't seem to forget the event, as storm clouds cover the sky so, so slyly again~~~~~~~~! Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved:

MILITARY HOP It was at Andrews Air Force Base in 1958, and the First Lieutenant had a friendly face, as he arranged a space and parachute for me on the Convair two motored staff aeroplane. Then the engines screamed with thrust and we rose into the skies of blue and travelled like a Gull clear to Oklahoma City for refueling. Then we were chatting clear to Norton Air Force Base in California's own. I was an Army PFC, and he was a First Lieutenant; a fighter pilot of those F-101 Super Sabre's then and when. We were buddies for ten hours, and at the end of the trip, I never saw his friendly face again. Viet Nam times were just around the corner then, and when he must have been re-assigned to combat over there. I served Uncle Sam for two years, and within that time I went on "leave" quite a few times, always catching military hops' from distant places. I once rode in a Flying Boxcar from Denver to Sacramento. I caught a hop from Santa Ana to Rochester, New York and then hitch hiked on down through upstate New York and Pennsylvania to the base at Frederick, Maryland. Those flying times remain as wonderful memories.WCL Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved.

BIPLANES AND THINGSFood for thoughtfulness with paradoxic toxic mood swings of exhiliaration within bits of despair, and where is it taking me? I made them from beer cans; model airplanes, the thin aluminum biplane cans spin~~~~~~~ within the wind of a fan within the room where I ponder of who I am. Looking aloft where their hanging from steel wires, and nought as FREE as I, while I contemplate and as my thoughts evaporate~~~~~~~ into nothingness. I must explain unless you perceive wrongly; I collect aluminum cans to sell to the foundary. I don't believe in using alcoholic beverages, but those colorful, shiny cans are beautiful you know.wcl

He served the North for all 'twas worth, and Chief Littlehorn was always up with the dawn; that halfbreed muleskinner indian that I must ponder upon. In battle, he was always there as with a care, moving the great cannon to the right or left with elevation of finite precision, as he seemed to sence the accurate direction to fire the barrage with terrible dissection. Why, that man was as strong as a bull and he could lift the heavy cannon clear off the ground as easily a bugle sounds, and there was just no discrimination here, as the solemnity of Gettysburgh prepared the gloom of deadly institution in union.wcl

THE OLD ROCK ISLAND SIGN

Even though the past is dead and gone, I recall that I was so very much alive, as sooty black smoke spoke and wafted past that pullman car, as at the tender age of ten, I journeyed across the wilderness of the west in nineteen forty five. Destination; mountain high within Denver, Colorado, as the MIGHTY steam engine endeavoured to climb the steep inclines, and I could see it so, with it's show of steam and smoke with glowing cinders as it turned the curves like a long sleek snake, and applied the squealing brakes from time to time. The recall takes me back to the station where we allighted to the neon lights of envntide, where the mighty ROCK ISLAND sign was flashing so at Denver town. Unforgettable it was.wcl

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