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Silent dawn,
soft and quiet
the wind changed direction.
The rain came
pouring down
in a mournful heart
so quiet
is the crashing
of thunder.
Ho... As the hours of this journey draw to a close, I smile as I watch the rain beat against my window. Journeys of discovery are just that, the opening of ... Walking Tall Again
Still feels strange to be so tall
As if looking down from above
I use to be so small
Sitting in this chair like a glove
The year... Rather than the book knowledge of scholars, I always sought the practical knowledge of experience and practice. Knowing that if I needed a fact, I cou... Just a memory of a beautiful little place lit up for Christmas from my snowy past. Couldn't find an image that does it justice. Fond memory of the music and lost love in 1968.
My new book Battle-Scarred Heart is is production among the tales are 2 that may warn of the perils of internet dating, due to a recent experience My ... The house on the right is the house we lived in thru the storm, and on the left, the smaller building with the truck is where the house that split in ... A humble tribute in memory of those who died in flood waters
May their souls rest in peace
I have often been accused of having too soft of a heart. I am even ridiculed at work for loving all things unconditionally. This often brings me such ... In memory of Brooke Marie House, Sherry Heim's grandniece. The last few years have taught me much in regard to living and dying. I have seen the passing of many that were near and dear to my very being, but th... Could be also under travel, but I remember this place so well, and dream of it so often, better to be under memories...ed This same TV set was in our living room, I remember it well, as I was attached at the nose...;-)
Time can be cruel…this is me in 1974…what about you? I would love just for myself to see…what time, oh time that harsh mistress hath done to thee…shar...
The above photo is of Leah 22 years ago sitting on top of our first car together…we had moved away from the bus line and needed a way to go…Lord how ... I must soon leave to go away for the weekend but these thoughts were haunting me, my first book that I wrote was a poetry book consisting of mainly fu... The above photo was taken a very long time ago by who I don’t remember. In the background is Old man Noah’s pasture which was just across the gravel r... A tribute to Don McLean’s lyrics that are second to none and using his music for this one. The following poem was written by a friend of mines wife that I work with. I have known him many years, and this is dedicated in memory of his recentl... Some mornings just need a kick in the caffeine to get started.
Hope he keeps track of me so when I die I get to meet up with him for a beer at least... <center>
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Today I saw you
You stood on the edge of memory
Lips curled in that mischievous grin
Thoughtful ey... Sometimes it seems that I have spent my entire life at my present place of employment. I have seen so many things transpire in my twenty plus years th... Yes I did come from a place called Tufts Cove... As I was leaving the Cancer Center today after treatment and pulling out of my parking space I noticed an elderly couple crossing the lot. He if I wer... |
