“I don’t remember what it was I said one day. I must confess, from a very young age I was prone to say things without thinking. Whatever it was, it offended (her). I was banished from the farm for a year when I was twelve.”
Category: Home Town
LIFE IS LIKE A DREAM
Ahead were only dreary, boring days and years of waiting to get “old.” There was nothing new to do nor places to see or ROADS to travel.
The Doorway To My Memories
The view was recalling a MEMORY.
It was taking me back
to a time in my life
of great happiness and joy.
Guess Who Ran The Red-light..
Trying to navigate the unfamiliar left hand turn at a cross section,
I didn’t see the traffic light.
It was blinking red, apparently.
Letter For A Soldier Returning Home…
The older you grow the greater is your responsibility toward life, society, and the two people who created you, your Mother and Father.
Where’s The Beef?..
When lilac bushes appear in a vacant field,
we know an old Michigan farm
once stood nearby.
Memories, Friends, and Observations 