1955

I want to take life back to that World War Romance,

To return safe home in time for one slow dance.

 

I would have survived World War II, and come home to You.

We started our life together.

We bought a house after the War, I’m not away any more,

And we vowed to love each other forever.

 

I want to sit next to you on our wrap around porch while the family dog sleeps at my feet.

We watch the sun rise above our American Flag as the paper boy rolls down the street.

With faint fm static the radio is playing.

Our son runs from the field with a cheerful voice, saying:

The apples are nearly ripe enough to eat.

 

With a day off work I have no reason to worry.

Content in the moment, we have no wish to hurry.

You finish a book and add it to a shelf where there’s not much room for more

So we set it aside and flip through the letters I wrote you during the war.

 

We reach the middle of the day, and our kids want to see the town.

So we dress ourselves in our nicest set of clothes and drop the convertible top down.

While cruising along you stand on your seat. You smile with the wind in your hair

You give me a kiss for good times sake, and you laugh up a breath of  fresh air.

 

Everyone waves as we come to a stop.

Our kids run by the bookstore to the ice cream shop.

Hand in hand we saunter along.

Our son has a pocket full of candy.

We skip down the sidewalk to our favorite song

As our daughter holds laughter handy.

 

We drive back home to prepare for the night

And work in the garden till we run out of light.

After supper is through I clean up with you

And I come to realize… at the moment my whole life is right.

 

I want to take life back to that World War Romance,

To return safe home to a life long dance.

Let’s live like they did in Nineteen Fifty Five

And I promise you now, we’ll  keep romance alive.

Felicity – Out Now

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I worked on this book for 3 years and have finally finished it. No editor, no agent, just me.

I self published through Lulu.com.

Its a quick 250 page sci-fi about a young boy from the slave race beneath a floating Utopian city.

It’s an allegorical tale full of suspense and cliff hangers, action, mystery, and a little bit of romance.

I poured my heart and soul into this book and it may very well be one of the best books ever written. In my completely biased opinion.

This book will make you ponder what it means to be truly happy, and will challenge you to rethink what you’ve been taught, and re-evaluate everything you believe.

Find Joy through Hardship, find Life through days not worth living.

Purchase it here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/travis-jantzer/felicity/paperback/product-23151646.html

(also available on amazon)

And contact me about it here:

author.travis.jantzer@gmail.com

Thanks for you support! 🙂

When the Injured Bird is Heard

It was late in the spring with the clouds drizzling

On a cold rainy day in the middle of May

When a bird tapped my window with something to say.

I opened the window to hear the bird talk

And could tell as he entered, he struggled to walk

I noticed his limping and knew he was hurt.

He also was dripping and needed a shirt.

“I don’t like the wind and rain!”

The young bird whimpered in pain.

“It’s difficult to fly so I stopped in a tree,

But the branch wasn’t dry so my grip slipped free.

I toppled right over to the branch right beside,

If I didn’t have wings I’d surely have died.”

I patiently listened while the bird told his story,

Then hastily told him to no longer worry.

“The rain can’t last long, for the sun will come back.

But stay here till it’s gone and we’ll both have a snack.”

He lifted his head and gave me a smile:

“Why thank you my Friend! I’ll stay for a while.”

With fruit in my hand I gave him the seeds.

With a toothpick and band I tended his needs.

I fashioned a cape to drape on his wings

So he could stay warm in the rain while he sings.

I ended up spending the day with my Friend

Till the sun went down and the day had to end.

So eventually my Friend had to leave me alone,

To return to his tree with a home of his own.

But I promised him shelter in all types of weather

And to show me his thanks my Friend left me a feather.