Granddaughters are unique life thingsAll different, but special things bring Most men want their row of boysRuckus makers breaker of toys I do love my energetic grandsons tooIt’s just that granddaughtersFreely hug you Each so different individual from one anotherIt reminds me of my daughters, their mothers Granddaughters slide next up...
A tree’s beautiful silhouette can take your breath away Natural forms and shapes a magical sway on display As The evening sun starts to rest its headDancing in the shadows, now a crimson red When the trees become a mirror of the sparkling pondIt’s the perfect time to find silhouettes near...
It’s a fantastic thing to watcha flock of geese grazing as they walk As heads reach down to the earthyou stop to consider their worth They are noisy at times as they flyIts a command for the othersthey aren’t saying hi They love roaming pastures andswimming in ponds They fly thousands...
The Dancer The young woman was exotic-looking. As she danced, the audience was utterly captivated. Then, as the lights dimmed, she pirouetted off the stage to the right. The sound of clapping hands was deafening. The beautiful prima ballerina performed the best performance of her life. Betty knew she had danced...
Aftermath MY FRIENDS ARE ALL LOSTOnly the two children and the principal are left standing this day. He was bleeding profusely. All my friends are lost. I could not help but think all my friends were gone. Would they ever come back? Would I ever see James again? All that was...
Thursday, April 20, 19323:12 p.m. It was 3:10; the first bell would ring in fifteen minutes. Miss Sheridan had her class put their books away. Before the bell rang, she told everyone to do a great job at the sports meet. Rachel went to her desk and took out an envelope...
Billie Joyce Billye Joyce Payne Second Grade A week before the explosion, my mom packed our meager belongings, and we moved in with grandma and grandpa Payne. Grandma had taken ill, and my mother wanted me close by for them. I had to start riding the bus to and from school....
Rachel Sheridan Third Grade Teacher Rachel Sheridan loved being a teacher. Her father said she had been born for the job. Rachel had a way of making a child reveal their inner self before they realized she had analyzed them. Rachel wanted to impart the future to youths whose past were...
As she told the stories, I could not help but think of how cleansing a thing it had to be for her. My mother had lived in a lovely house until the beginning of the Great Depression. The stock market crash of 1929 caused a downward spiral globally, propelling the depression....
