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Funny how you remember that dayGuess old dreams came out to play Standing by the corner of the houseWaiting for brothers to come pounce Summer days begin echoing no more days of schoolTime to head to the creek, our countryside pool Seems so very many long years agoI guess it is...

The saying goodbyes are sadYou loved and gave life all you had The best years now are pastWe knew they wouldn’t last The time has ended for nowWe will meet again somehow We spent our days so EasilyPlotting life what we thought it should be The road ahead, it was always...

The best part of lifeis watching love grow Days sad, then from small voicesLaughter flows Even if no words between you are spokenYou silently connect love gives its token your older now the walls are silentno shadows of small limbs playing,long gone from sight ones so small and happy are nowSo...

Love speaks to the daughter of my heartThe first breath she drew was the start Brown eyes full of smilesI could look at her for miles She brought happiness to my daysA sweet child with no ugly ways She gathered friends like flowersIt was her calming, soothing power Something no other...

We all run from something in our mind at times We will always have those days of painful memories All we want to do is escape. She could see the fog as it was billowing forth The wind had whipped through her; it came in from the north The smell of...

My brother Joel is a published Author. He has painstakingly researched our family history. It is a fascinating story that finds its mark in history in so many ways. It is a worthy read, one which I believe you will thoroughly enjoy. I’m posting a link below. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0DCVTBDVF/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?ie=UTF8&dib_tag=AUTHOR&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.dbuXtqMfrXaTNk1y7kd_0lGsx61jn_Xai0-Do1g7Mic.XctoYYuH_mFf9pkoCuIv28y0aAdGSRP59qUEomlkHBs&qid=&sr=

It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away came to life for a few brief moments on this quiet rainy day A faint glimmer of red and gold Flashing colors hurrying to unfold Ears of corn, some yellow, some red It’s Indian corn, my grandad’s voice said I remember thinking...

Waiting to watch Mama Waltz againSitting here waiting with all her friends Mama’s last waltz took her so far awayBut Mama will waltz back soon on another day Under the gazebo erected just for herThere she patiently waits for her mister Together they will dance until their hearts are contentOut of...

Sister, what were you thinking that dayA teenage girl with a little swag On display With a country stance like you could care lessWhen you had probably just hung all those clothes on the fence You were standing close to where you loved to beBy the southeast corner close to the...