Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We knew each other’s past.She spoke my truthin wistful lineswithin her …
Category: . Nostalgic
The Christmas Gift
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always in the way. And every day at 4 AM, dad …
Peter Sidney
16th July 2011 Mr Peter S No. 5 Orchard View Etc. Dear young Master Peter My namesake – This card in your hands is for you and not to be …
Safe Passage
Meander with me down that winding trail, remembering the way it was before. Back then, when we set paper ships to sail, and chased their passage, safe upon the shore. …
A Thousand Things
When the winds blow into the night Reaching out to the silver moon When the rivers flow to unreachable ends I’ll sing the most gentle song To faraway stars watching …