Author Archives: wfosterwelborn
The Seedlings
My new e-book, The Seedlings, is now available on Kindle:
This is a tale which begins with the result of the ultimate mistakes of mankind – nuclear devastation – but there is survival of a small element of mankind in an underground city in a remote northeast quadrant of what once was the United States of America. It is a story of hope and all that is best in us – creativity, love, and intelligence – which begins life anew. It is also a story of power, control, and greed for some, and mere struggle, work and existence for others. There are two classes of people: The Elite, who rule, make the laws, and enjoy a higher standard of living, and the Drudges, who do all the manual labor. Zacharias Simeon, Drudge # 1492, has spirit and intelligence. Cassius Gaius is an Elite male with an extraordinary ego. Lillian Augustus is a smart and beautiful Elite maiden. This is their story. A life-changing event occurs when Zach accidentally finds a Holy Bible amidst the desolation outside the city. This Old Chronicle, unknown to all the survivors, will start to affect many in the Drudge population. It will also begin to rewrite the future of many because faith and choice are once again made a possibility for all, as is hope and love.
To purchase this e-book, click the link: http://www.amazon.com/Seedlings-W-Foster-Welborn-ebook/dp/B00UF7PM8S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1425936203&sr=1-1&keywords=W.+Foster+Welborn
Anniversary of U.S.S. Arizona
After standing on the decks of the memorial for the U.S.S. Arizona,
I wrote this poem to honor our fallen comrades on the
50th Anniversary of that day, December 7, 1991.
It is included in my book, Autumn Leaves.
We came to pay you tribute,
O’er encrusted decks we stood.
And because you are deserving,
We rendered as we could.
Oil seeps up to surface light,
Rainbowed tears of those below,
Doomed forever to silence
Those many long years ago.
“Forget me not,” you whisper.
“Perish the thought,” say I.
“Though you sleep beneath the sea,
Your memory shall not die!”
“Remember Pearl! Remember Pearl!”
Soon became our national cry.
Our country rose in anger
On a vengeance trail to fly.
We shed our tears; we shed our blood.
War took an awesome toll.
Still we fought on to victory
While you topped our “Honor Roll.”
So rest in peace, fellow comrades,
The victory has been won.
We’ll not forget the price you paid
Seven December, Nineteen Forty-One.
Note: Oil still seeps out of the hull of the U.S.S. Arizona, creating rainbows on the water above it.












