The Good Old Days
I’d like to turn the clock back to those days when in my prime I strode the hills and …
Category: Rhyme
The Golden Glow
An Alternative Ending to Lewis Carroll’s The Walrus and the Carpenter “He was a bold man that first ate an …
Long Cold Lonely Winter
This winter lingers late in rime filled dells, old wearied bones and joints creak stiff and sore, glazed frosted panes …
The Custodian
A thousand memories scattered on the table all around, bands who march in uniforms but never make a sound, rivers …
A Length of Time
In blackest days, the lore of old Comes beckoning us to the past. Once lost inside, we safely fold Our …
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the …