Never indulging in self-satisfaction,
Nor pursued by dreams of personal success,
Her simple life was unadorned with expectations.
But the best of all things that my two eyes can see,
Is the sight of “Old Glory” as she waves in the breeze.
How we live out our purpose,
and with whom we travel,
is our choice.
Remember the promise to beloved schoolmates?
“Our class will be different.
We’ll keep in touch and we won’t forget.”
Trying to navigate the unfamiliar left hand turn at a cross section,
I didn’t see the traffic light.
It was blinking red, apparently.
The older you grow the greater is your responsibility toward life, society, and the two people who created you, your Mother and Father.
Tenth Grade English Composition 1951 Mary Anne Whitchurch (Tuck) December 7, 1941 On a cold, grey morning when the fog had yet to rise; The seagulls made a flutter like a bird of paradise. The waves were as a rose vine coils in an arbor, Thus began the day Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The…… Continue reading Pearl Harbor…
When lilac bushes appear in a vacant field,
we know an old Michigan farm
once stood nearby.
Today, the television brings the world into my living room.
The good news, the bad news and news that isn’t news at all
invades my life