This is one of my favorite writings of my brother, Doc. I don’t remember when it was written, but it was a long time ago. To know him is to love him because we are two of a kind and the weird ones of the family.
I’m not a writer, but I do enjoy some written works, so I would like to showcase some of his work. In a sense, he is my hero with all that it entails. Maybe one day I will tell you his story. Doc, I love you.
A few years ago, I posted most of his work on a web site that I set up for him, it’s still there, only things have changed as he wanted them too and it sets idle until further notice! So I am going to post a few here. I hope you enjoy them.
The following is his words and work, Song of the Mustard Seed. Short and Sweet
But first some babble from the Doc, which is, an intro! I know you people have already judged me as loose in the noggin’ (Shame on you people for judging me) but this was a little spray of enlightened words to my sister to let her know how much I love her and her delightfully (long word), enchanting (another one) work as my undercover (she does not want me to let you all know her where abouts) web-master-etting (new word, make note) person. (I can’t say girl or guy anymore, must be identified as a person)..And I sort of like the chime and rhyme it had amongst itself…..GRW
Song of the Mustard Seed
Go make some butterflies in the rain, before your dream seeking bro drives up insane. He just wants to shoot for the super stars once more, now that he is straight and don’t end up on the floor.
All good things are possible if you really reach for a star,
you drive to the levy, put on your breaks to stop your car.
GRW with Henry Q. Gibson singing Bass
This photo is a very old photo as you can tell, but it’s still one of my favorites. I left it as is. My brother, The Doc or Dr. G or GR (pronounced Gee-aRe-a)!!