My Morning Place My morning place is where I wentI found another’s face had taken itA strange woman looked me in the eyesSomewhat familiar, perhaps a...

HTML My Morning Place My morning place is where I wentI found another’s face had taken itA strange woman looked me in the eyesSomewhat familiar, perhaps...

Summer, 1964 Back in the summer of 1964,I turned ten. Playful days as a childwould not return again. That was the year I realizedI no longer...

Flowers by the Field inspired by a row of beautiful orange tulips I’m looking at the flowers by the fieldspinning, spinning,trying not to yield The wind...

A cowboy’s sweetheart waits at home, When the cowboy has to roam. She keeps his locket close to her heart, When the cattle drive keeps them...