Tears & Tales of a Brynna Poet

Potpori Tales & Poems From the Brynna Poet
Two for the Price of One is always Value from a Brynna Boy don't you just know it

Scream and Shout it's all about You 

When all is said and done your education fills your brain to the brim! You can just sit back and relax, become the critic of wit within! You can scream and shout, what's wrong with that? the Times Newspaper is full of Printed pages full of words. This World has gone Mad with Problems that only you can solve, with your education-filled brain and passion to help it concurred. Yet for all your Screams and shouts nobody will ever listen To You, because you see things so differently than they do. 

Their education was in a different Key, more musical than yours and from another point of View. Books that Make us aware of things yet sadly now fallen by a wayside fireplace that keeps the Beggar warm. The age is upon us. The Human race is all seeing and hearing first-hand as the TV Screens and Computers beg for your brain-filled education, now starting to fill with grams to its own gender of leadership anomalies, Inside corporations' bigger money agenda.

 You soon realise no matter how loud you scream and shout from America to Iceland or China to Nova Scotia Bay nobody will care what YOU have to say! 

So Scream and shout the best you can, the deafness is on humanity's side. With her own Friends and plays by its own Rules all secular and spectacular with politics and Fools! And that depends on How You See the things to Scream and Shout About, 

As I proceed to shout and scream with a brim full of Worldly knowledge as a Key that unlocks my archaic educated brain Full to the brim of forgotten words of Love in our Humanity. 

Peace be unto all Men and Women

Tapestry of old  

The brand-new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve. 

They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days. On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. 

The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home.

On the way, he noticed that a local business was having a flea market-type sale for charity, so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory-coloured, crocheted tablecloth Tapestry with exquisite work, fine colours and a Cross embroidered right in the centre. It was just the right size to cover the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church. By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.



She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, and hangers, working on a few odd Jobs as he put up he thought the tablecloth on his wall was, in reality, a tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the centre aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?" 

The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG, were crocheted into it there. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told her how he had just got "The Tablecloth". 

The woman explained that before the war, she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria 

When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison, and never saw her husband or her home again. 

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth, but she made the pastor keep it for the church. He insisted on driving her home. 

That was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job. What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. 

The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. 

At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted 

Everyone at the door and many said that they would return. 

One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighbourhood, continued to sit in one of the Pews and stare; the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving. 

The man asked him where he got the Tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike. He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in prison. 

He never saw his wife or his home again in all the 35 years between. 

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. 

He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door, and saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine. 

True Story - God works in mysterious ways. 


While over in the USA 


Tom got off the Train he was a long way from his Welsh home the Veterinary College Degree had landed him in America from Horses Pigs and Cattle to Elephants and Monkeys and Race Horses he excelled in his masterful ways with Animals, Sadly when his Mother died his heart could no longer stay in Wales the loneliness sitting alone talking to himself there was nobody no family no connections left his Five-year Friendship with his classmate and best friend Silo Kendrick (Dynamite) was his only real friend at London's veterinary campus five years spent together at studies with hardly any recreation time the war just ended London's drab city life did not appeal to either,

So lucky Silo did have a rich Father who was a kind wealthy Ranch owner with his Race Horse breeding stables. He had enjoyed Tom's company when he had paid for his Summer Holidays, 

During his stay at their Kentucky Ranch with Silo, he also attended his Wedding as his best man.

Both young men had made a good addition to the latest knowledge of his Race Horse's health and wellbeing it was Silo's Dad James that introduced Tom to the opportunity with Marvin T Gunster who had a similar set-up to his own on a much larger scale as he also supplied Horses and Cattle to the USA Government Army in the City outskirts of Phoenix in the state of Arizona

Tom and Marvin become like Father and Son on those long Holidays Playing Checkers Marvin had no family and was so grateful for Tom's Company when Dynamite went off courting leaving Tom on His own for his updated knowledge of what was best in keeping healthy  Horses and when Tom beat him at Checkers he soon offered him a position as his personal Veterinarian this would set him up for the adventure of his entire life 


It was heart-wrenching saying goodbye to his best friends Silo Dynamite and his lovely wife Annie with his Dad. James, they were like a real Family to Tom,  America was so vast he knew as soon as He set eyes on Marvins Ranch and the bustling City of Phoenix he felt needed as if some Celtic blood was in the same veins as the pulse of hard work lifting in the progress seen of the construction works going around in Phoenix his new home to be opportunity and adventure. it had held his breath in the Wildness of Opportunity there seemed a strong connection this was his new Home He felt so clean vibrant and fresh to want to get up in the mornings,




 Marvin give him all the Help needed to grow over the years the trust in each opinion grew them closer in this Father-Son public perspective Tom was a tall young man who Church every Sunday Christian strong values with his Mother's Welsh upbringing his vow was he did not wish to Marry until he was self-sufficient in his well being Phoenix had enough Bordellos to keep young Bulls happy if you were that way inclined or Gambling dens and bars Railroad and Construction with National Army still Chasing Indians around Border Towns the hunt was always there in Gold Rush days the wilds of Arizona appealed to lots of Folks with those Firm Five Cs installed in those minds of hard-working men and women Cotton Cattle Climate Copper and Citrus Fruits as Multitude of foreign immigrants Came as settlers Just after the War Phoenix started expanding bursting at her seams. 

 One of USA's major Forces Suppliers due to its Free weather Sunshine Goods Stayed Dry those three months of June, July, August Tom was Flat out attending the animals in the Heatwaves his favourite place was the Ice Store Cafe was the coolest place in the city and next door the great Post office where he would send his Mail to (Dynamite) and Receive updates from the Board of Veterinary Science from London and New York City.

Twice weekly he looked forward to his couple hours of catch-up time. in fact, Marvin would most times accompany him there for his Mail and Ice Cold Tea their lives revolved around work self-styled self-made a disciplined way of life each well-respected 

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Marvin was sixty-two a very Fit active Healthy Man his only Vice was a Pipe of Tobacco or Cigar every evening with his mug of coffee looking up at the stars While Tom would read his updates sipping ice-cold China Lemon Tea from Mrs Wang or they would Play Checkers There were three Chinese servants looked after Marvins House He had Given Tom the Guest Room on the Southside Plenty of Fresh wind He had said to Tom with Great views of Horse Paddocks with His Mounted Brass SpyGlass at the window. 

The house had Nine Bedrooms in all with a Private Marvin study and a Living suite area that took up all of the North Side he looked at Trees he had planted and liked to Paint Tree scenery with additions of Horses and Cattle those types of Landscapes Painting out of patience in his own solitude time he used to help him reflect over mistakes or what to do with the River of much-needed water for his huge cattle herds. Marvin Liked the old tales of Apache and Navajo Indians and their Paintings Hung up and those well-coloured Carpets were in those Features on his Northside rooms 

While it was more Conservative than a London Hotel in Tom's Spacious Southside Rooms. The Chinese Were Husband and Wife Son Bo who had Helped Marvin Build the house from the Ground up Camp Boss Trail Cook Marvins Glue Brigade Wash Cook Clean the Wangs they really were the closest thing to his own Family, Most ranch  Cowboys lived In the Front of the Property He had thought it best had Four Bunkhouse Type Barracks More senior The Position The Better Privacy over hundred men live