This poem is dedicated to my oldest brother;
Norman Micheal Atkinson,
He served in the USMC in Vietnam, I do not know how many tours, Was injured more than once, caught malaria, and several schrapnal scars.
He served his full term and when he came home, he taught me hand to hand combat. I never lost a fight after that.
He lived till he was 56 and died from the lingering effects of agent orange.
He loved Harley Davidsons, and had just purchased the 100 year aniversary bike a few months prior to his death.
He was a very tallented and accomplished artist and he is missed by his family.
Mike passed away 5 years ago next month.
I want to thank all of you for your kind and caring comments.
I found the picture on Photobucket.