It’s cool, but not cold, It’s light, yet a little dark. I’m standing waiting. …
Tag: Poetry
For almost six months, Dean and I have been house sitting in and around the Sunshine…
Sweetly scented blooms. Such lovely little pom poms, Praise to the Wattle. My nations floral…
As all the smoke cleared, and the Genie neared, My heart then started to flutter.…
When I asked Mack, what he thought about Jack, He pulled up a chair, and…
