Gary King:  

I have been a mailman for the last forty years. I've been married to Laurie for thirty four years. I have two grown children. My daughter is named Michelle. She's an assistant principle at a middle school in Florida. My son Sean is a senior at U.C. Irvine. I have two beautiful granddaughters. They're named Madyson and Maya. My interests are Sports, photography, cooking, the beach, antique shops and writing. Here's some samples: Field Of Glory, Sea Of Dreams We came together one and all To play this game we love Beneath the eyes of the spectators Who filled the stands above We had endured a most violent of week For this was the coaches ploy To make us more of a sturdier man From whence there came a boy To get us up for this football game Was not a difficult task For the school we loved We would soon be playing our very last To add to this night a final touch This was our homecoming game As if we needed any more incentive For our emotions were already strained This November night was not unusual It was quite cold and clear But because this night was special It made it seem more austere Our opponents were a very good team Two games they had lost all year Since that was our total of victories A one sided game it did appear By seven thirty we were all gathered around For soon we would take to the field Our captain led us in a short prayer While on one leg we kneeled My thoughts returned to the previous night The dreams that filled my head The glory that I hoped would be mine And of embarrassments which I dread Our coaches then came through the door With a stern look upon their faces The head coach gave an impassioned speech That would have won many court cases It was ten till eight as we departed From the warmth of the locker room Our adrenaline began to flow As we knew the battle would start soon We ran the length of our cheerleaders line And through a paper hoop Then gathered in front of the bench Forming a boisterous group I was on the kicking team As we lined up to start the game Our kicker raised his hand in the air Then a whistle came We charged down the field in unison Even spaces were we apart Our numbers began to diminish As our opponents found their mark The runner tried to go through the middle But there were enough of us left I got a piece of his leg Then someone smashed into his chest He hit the ground very hard Having no air left inside As we scrambled to our feet He sounded as if he would die His teammates then helped him As he struggled to his bench This wouldn't be an easy game They and the crowd began to sense Both teams fought grudgingly For every inch they could But the defenses would not budge From the ground on which they stood It was near the end of the first half When the first score was made Our opponents beat us on a short pass The route is called a fade At the half we sat around In silence we just stared First up and down then all around Until a voice was heard Our coaches noisily burst into the room Dividing us into groups They spoke to us very quickly Trying to rally the troops When the second half started It looked like much of the first The hitting was extremely crisp A few words could be heard cursed Back and forth the ball did go Neither team finding much success Tempers grew short as we felt The tremendous amount of stress Just as it seemed one score might last We began to move the ball First to the left, then the right Then up the middle was called Our blockers were opening holes Popping them right at the knee The tailback and I danced through the holes Dodging all we could see I took the ball at the twenty two Cutting to my inside I made a move to the left The goal line I then eyed I dived across that goal line In the nick of time As the defense swarmed around Not a friendly jersey could I find My teammates then picked me up With hearty shakes of the hand Streamers flew through the lights Music was played by the band A decision now had to be made To go for the tie or the win A decision for our head coach It was strictly up to him We let the coach know how we felt As did all the fans He decided to go for two, and the win With the approval of the stands We thought that we would surprise them By throwing a little out But their defense began to spread Filling us with doubt Our quarterback took the snap Moving to his own right He fired to our receiver Who was covered very tight The pass looked very accurate It looked like we might win Just then a hand tipped the ball Fate was not our friend Moments later a whistle sounded The battle was over at last We had not won the game It was now all in the past Sadly sitting in front of our lockers Our best was not good enough it seems Upon this field of glory And this sea of dreams G. M. King " The Human Adventure " Life, What an extraordinary experience, shared by billions. In brief episodes upon the tapestry Of time. A wonderful gift, spent in untold ways. The meek and the mighty, unknowingly writing, the history of mankind. The passions and pleasures, pains and sorrows, of simple humans. Lie stranded in an ocean of eternity. Wanderers, on a perilous adventure, confronting mystery, while advancing toward an unknown destiny. Barely grasping the elusive meaning of life. Wha...Expand for more