James L. A. Huetson
James L. A. Huetson Poems
Grace is when I get what I haven’t earned.
Mercy is when I don’t get what I deserve.
Grace is when I wake up in the early morn,
And hear the birds sing and calm every nerve.
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There is a master carpenter that I love,
Who gathers messages from above,
Then gives them to me in a manner clear,
And alters my spirit so I can hear.
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When love is given to another,
Only the giver can completely
And truly understand that love.
If unexpressed, love is unknown.
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As a native son my heroes were
Soldiers, sailors, and marines
Of World War II who came by on their
Way to take back the Philippines.
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In eighteen and sixty-two Lincoln signed an act to bridge this land with steel.
He told two railroads join in a pact and that road will be built I feel.
So push you Irish push with all your might.
Lay another mile before we quit for the night.
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Time marches on my friend.
Each hour that's gone, my friend, is spent there's not another.
One less for use my brother. Time gone is treasure spent.
It can't be spent or lent. Gone it's too late for lament.
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She was a loose woman,
A street tramp.
And she was very, very pregnant.
A small, black vamp.
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One fall while walking a path beside the Snake River I spotted a baby's pacifier hanging on a tree limb just over our heads. It caused me to start singing these words to the 12 Days of Christmas tune.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A pacifier in a bare tree
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The words Charity, Life and Love
Are all, interchangeable.
They all originate from above,
And come from a heavenly table.
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He was lying on
The exam table.
Doctor was done.
The boy was unable
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“Oh”, said she
“You do not understand,
This is not reality
So strike up the band.
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It all started in 1942 when Franklin D.
Authorized the beginning of the OSS,
An organization that was given the responsibility
Of espionage and for helping the resistance
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As a lad I sat on the ground,
High on Table Mountain,
And watched the Eagles fly around,
So many you could hardly count them.
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How could it be
I have not written,
As a personal analogy
That we all are one?
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She couldn’t teach through lecture
As the student was unable to hear.
Nor could she teach by exhibit.
The blind student could not see it.
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Always dreamed the winner,
Ever lived the loser.
Always dreamed the hero,
Ever lived in fear.
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A common occurrence instituted
A new understanding in me.
It came from my mother and dad
Insisting that I eat liver, you see.
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The Man declared,
If anyone loves me
He will desire to
Follow my teachings.
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When I go to the silence
I do not need to take with me
A task to be performed,
An error to be corrected,
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James L. A. Huetson Biography
I was born in the middle of the winter in a small apartment in the back of a gas station that my father was operating. My father said that it was so cold in the room that the steam from the water he had been instructed to boil was freezing on the ceiling. We moved often during my childhood. At one point we lived below Table Mountain outside Mamouth AZ while my father guarded a gold mine. It was 19 miles by Model T and 9 miles on horse back to get into it. There were two people within walking distance from us and it was a half day horseback ride to the next nearest neighbor. I dropped out of the College of Idaho to enlist in the US Airforce in 1951. I served overseas in the occupation forces in Germany for 39 months. Some of the poetry I have written was in the form of copyrighted songs. Other poems are just as I am inspired. I am 77 years old, have been a lot of places and have seen a lot of life.)
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Grace And Mercy
Grace is when I get what I haven’t earned.
Mercy is when I don’t get what I deserve.
Grace is when I wake up in the early morn,
And hear the birds sing and calm every nerve.
Mercy is when I haven’t lost another friend
By operating my mouth without a caring thought.
Being given a new beginning instead of a sorry end.
When I have no regrets for not doing what I ought.
Grace is sitting in the beauty of a valley,
Looking up at the hills covered with summer browning.
Knowing that they are not hills at all
But are at the edge of a prairie with wheat fields growing.
Mercy lies in the real life fact
I could not hear the birds and their beautiful singing.
Without a stranger performing the act
That constructed the aids to give me my hearing.
Then I was able to see the hills so beautifully glowing
With the white-capped Snake River so gorgeous and vital.
Mercy then provided a surgeon capable and knowing
To remove cataracts giving me vision clear and total.
I have Mercy and Grace beyond my deserving.
There is vision and hearing when both were gone.
My Spirit with gratitude doth both pray and sing,
To the Love of the Universe that goes on and on.
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Dear Mr. Huetson, Thank you so much for your work to convey to American Children,
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4/23/2024 6:12:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the rest of my comment....the beauty of a soul looking to God and standing on the earth with a perspective that embraces God and man. Bless you, dear sir.