This is one of a poem that I started for Howard Hughes. A dear
friend and a terrrific writer helped me to finish it. It is much
more polished than the original that I created.

Hope you all like it. We will get some more out in the near future.

Please feel free to critique so we can do better next time.

Howard Hughes

He loved to design and fly airplanes
and was vastly known for his flying-machines.
A man of intellect and of great energy was he,
diversely talented and multivisioned --
brash and brilliant scion of a Texas entrepreneur.

He was Big for a while in Hollywood
but always preferred real solitude.
He soon shied altogether away from that City of Stars --
far away, as a recluse in deserts of sun.
Las Vegas was his final home
as he chose to be all alone.

He absolutely remained there till his last day.
They say he was happy to be
where he simply could be by and to himself,
be a definite, if known, recluse.
He refused to re-enter the foci
of headlines and bright lights,
of silhouette-makers he hated.

Jeri Maier & Bruce Hamilton
Copyright@2002