House of Agent Orange

My Short Esoteric Poem by The River Jordan

The Lord said I go to prepare a house for you. In my fathers House there are many rooms. The lord calls our name our hairs are numbered. I call myself the River Jordan. This refers to many and then to my letter of meaning is specific referring to four rooms. My Dad was blown apart in an accident as a child. I had to go to foster care. I moved into the House of Agent Orange. The rule of the house was pain. We all had one thing in common. We learned ho to fight for life.

Now I would like to speak of common denomination. This leads to sports specifically football, the Packers. When we were kids they had a 500 season usually. My brother in law, our caretaker would tape the games. Then he would fast forward and rewind again and again on and on like if he did it enough he could change the game and that is how we lived like we could change the game. My point of my story is about conclusion and forgiveness, but more than anything it is the great journey, the great quest.

 This brings me to another room, the Vikings. I Actually had the privilege of working for Dave Osborne, a former Viking player. He told me and my cousin Larry to stop painting his house in the rain. Can you imagine, sweet! I watched Hershel Walker kick his shoe off and then chase it in for a touchdown. What’s up with that? I would like to conclude this short story by saying the River places us like the rocks, where we belong. I would like to thank Brett Fave for the glory he brought to the Packers and then say it truly is a miracle that Brett is playing for the Vikings, the greatest quarter back that ever lived. Good Luck Brett! This letter’s purpose I have dedicated to my brother in law, to the veterans that served our country in the final battles and to the glorification of the all mighty truth. Continue your Journeys, lift yourselves up, and reach beyond this limitless place, Glory Halleluiah Glory. Glory will answer our call Halleluiah.