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William’S Book of Poems and Short Stories
William’S Book of Poems and Short Stories
William’S Book of Poems and Short Stories
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A few years after I had been out of High School, I had started to learn how to write poetry. I was about 23 years old at the time. I was learning how to write and at the same time I was helping around the family farm.

While growing up on the farm, we had a prime example to follow because our Grandmother, Agnes Just Reid, was a well-known local author. She had written and published a book about her mothers life along with three volumes of poetry. I am the fifth of seven children with an older sister, three older brothers and two younger sisters.

Early in my experimental writing stage, I had one of my first pieces of poetry published. My grandmother was still alive at the time.

Of all of my family members, I am the only one who cared about carrying on the writing tradition that our grandmother started. Writing has been a life-long interest of mine and the thing I cared about most in my whole life.
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PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateDec 20, 2011
ISBN9781468509854
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    William’S Book of Poems and Short Stories - William D. Reid

    Contents

    Introduction to William’s Book of Poems and Short Stories

    50th Birthday Celebrations

    A Brief Visit

    From A C.B.er to a Ham Operator

    A California Trip 1974

    A California Trip 1977

    A California Trip 1988

    A Couple of Neighbors

    A Couple of Young Women

    A Cowboys Prayer

    A Day of Remembrance

    A Dying Breed

    A Family Walk

    A Few Fond Memories

    A Lasting Impression

    A Love Song

    A Man’s Worldly Needs

    Mankind

    Lucky things

    Love

    Summer 1975

    Big Trucks

    A Rain Poem

    Idaho’s Wind

    Work and War

    A Memory

    A Small Problem

    A Strange Predicament

    A Trip through the Mountains

    A Young Mother

    About Vicky and Robyn

    Along For the Ride

    An Empty Feeling

    Dedication to Andy and Shauna

    Andy and Shauna’s Graduation

    Another Trip

    Becky

    Better Off Alone

    Blue Eyes

    Bob’s 60th Birthday

    Corolee’s Wedding Reception

    Election Year 2004

    Election Year 2008

    Fair Time

    Feeling Unwanted

    Fisher and Christy

    Frontier Machinery

    Heroes of the West

    Incident on Highway 30

    It’s Nice to be Recognized

    Love is Blind

    Marriage

    Meeting the Bandit Queen

    Melissa’s 13th Birthday

    Mom and Dad’s 70th Anniversary

    My Death Wish

    My Dog Brownie

    My Heart is Gone

    My Neighbors

    My Old Red Truck

    My Trip to Alaska

    One Morning

    Our Trip across Wyoming

    Papa G and Daughter Dawniel

    Part of the Entertainment

    People and Places

    Poor Peter Jennings

    Red Light

    Remembering Ben

    Remembering The Becker’s

    Rolling a Smoke

    Safety Break Song

    Sambo’s

    Son of a Wanted Man

    Stepping Back In Time

    Stepping Back In Time #2

    The Money

    The Girl in the Mall

    The Hitch Hiker

    The Hitch Hiker #2

    The Life of a Cowboy

    The Lost Is Found

    The Marshal Who Never Was

    The Night We Matched

    The Reid Family and The Moore’s

    The Roundup of 1979

    The State Fair Song

    The Teton Family

    The Towns of Melrose and Dell

    The Visitor

    The Year of the Girls

    This Old Badge

    This Old Guitar

    Three Empty Places

    To Al Qaida in Iraq

    To Anne

    To Calanne

    To Cousin Dave

    To Jessica

    To Mimi and Uncle Doug

    To My Girlfriend

    To Rachael

    To the Al Qaida

    To the Taliban Fighters

    To Tony Paul

    Today’s Women

    Tools of the Trade

    Traveling Montana’s Land

    More Thoughts about Montana

    Tribute to Allen and Sheryl

    Two Old Friends

    Two Very Different Worlds

    Uncle Fred’s 85th Birthday

    Uncle Wallace’s 75th Birthday

    What a Woman Is

    Wheelin’ and Dealin’

    Wild Bill from Presto Bench Hill

    Women of Beauty

    Working with the Truckers

    You Ain’t Woman Enough

    You May Never Know

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    Introduction to William’s Book of Poems and Short Stories

    By, William D. Reid

    A few years after I had been out of High School, I had started to learn how to write poetry. I was about 23 years old at the time. I was learning how to write and at the same time I was helping around the family farm.

    While growing up on the farm, we had a prime example to follow because our Grandmother, Agnes Just Reid, was a well-known local author. She had written and published a book about her mother’s life along with three volumes of poetry. I am the fifth of seven children with an older sister, three older brothers and two younger sisters.

    Early in my experimental writing stage, I had one of my first pieces of poetry published. My grandmother was still alive at the time.

    Of all of my family members, I am the only one who cared about carrying on the writing tradition that our grandmother started. Writing has been a life-long interest of mine and the thing I cared about most in my whole life.

    50th Birthday Celebrations

    April 18, 2004

    I know of three people

    Who are going to have

    A birthday to celebrate

    And on one I’m already late.

    My sister Gerry’s was back in

    January on the 25th,

    Who had her birthday first

    But now she has turned 50 with.

    Then there will be my wife’s

    Coming up on the 8th of July,

    We will have been together 15 years

    For reasons I don’t even know why.

    Last but not least of all

    There is my sister-in-law Billie Ann,

    Who is married to my brother,

    The one that we call Paul.

    So this is a popular year

    For turning the big 50,

    And yes it is hard to believe

    But that’s the way things go.

    A Brief Visit

    Aug 18, 2005

    I was out at the truck stop one day

    When a young woman happened to come in,

    I wanted to get acquainted with her

    And tell her stories of where I’ve been.

    I had a very short talk with her

    Before she said she had to go,

    I told her where we could pick huckleberries;

    Then I very willingly gave her my number

    So she could call me on my phone.

    She never did try to get back with me

    But there were times I’d called her home,

    And the only answer that I got was;

    From a daughter of hers who told me

    Basically, to leave her mother alone.

    I think she would have liked me

    Had she just given me a chance,

    To let things happen like they’re supposed to

    Rather than to walk away and have no romance.

    From A C.B.er to a Ham Operator

    May 2, 2004

    I remember when I first became interested in radio communications back in the mid 70’s I’ve always had a curiosity I guess about how radio waves worked and where they went, when you got done talking into the mic. So my friend Mike and I got involved with a local C.B. club in Blackfoot. The Club that we belonged to was called Blackfoot Emergency. What we did as a club was help people on major holiday weekends was go out and set up a trailer along the interstate and serve drinks and doughnuts. We had monthly meetings that we went to on a regular basis, but about three times a year we volunteered to help out at the take a breaks.

    What this is, is the C.B. Club would get together and take a trailer out on a holiday, like the 4th of July weekend, and set it up so we could wait on the people who were traveling a long distance out on the Interstate. They would stop at the rest area where we were come to the window and order a hot chocolate and some goodies we had for them.

    We would also have a book on the table for the people to sign before they headed down the long road again Often we would get people from all fifty states, but there were times when we didn’t.The most interesting thing to me in being part of this whole ordeal was, when we met people from all around the world. There were many times I remember foreigners stopping by our booth who couldn’t speak the English language. So when they would talk in their native tongue that is what I found the most fascinating about them. When we weren’t busy waiting on our customers, we would get on the C.B. radio and talk to the truckers, or whoever might be out there listening. Back in those days you had to have a license to operate a C.B. radio under the new Federal Communications Commission’s rules. I did have one but don’t remember when I got mine. Well, anyway when our long weekend was over everybody who was involved with the C.B. Club and take a break on the highway life went on as usual

    We would go back to our regular jobs until the next take-a-break. The C.B.ers had a monthly meeting that my friend Mike from Shelley, (Happy Boy) on the radio and myself (Wild Bill) that was my handle as it was known to all the Upper Snake River Valley C.B.ers

    Some of these people had their own C.B. Club called the Helping Hand. Mike and I did not belong to this club simply because it was easier to drive to Blackfoot go to our meeting, hear what up-coming events were going on and then go home. There was a time when I was not active in the club because I’d moved to Washington. My younger sister was living inWallaWalla, and she helped me get a job, and find a place to live. So after a while when I had been associated with certain people that had radio communications, I would listen to the conversations back and forth on their radio. I was always around some kind of radio or another. Even at my work so the shop could call the workers out in the field

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