Comrades Forever In his eyes I saw myself Scared, nervous, and small To him, I, a strange beast Charging in from the wilds
Time to dress up for the gala of s… Heralding in the new with life and… Every ear heedful to Mother Natur… Finds everything scurrying up to m… The grasses peaking up through the…
An ancient tomb Cut out of rock in Golgotha, Home of the dead for eternal resti… Sealed off from the eyes of the su… With a weighted boulder for a fast…
Where is Santa’s calendar? Blown away by the stormy air? Is it December or is it July? Should he look up in the sky? Or just play it by ear,
“Son of a bitch! Not that guy again,” thought Clancy, the pitcher as Big McGregor came to bat with the bases loaded and Clancy’s team ahead 3-0 in the bottom of the ninth. He was starin...
Take caution, fathers of future fa… You are an example of what fatherh… You are responsible for a legacy t… Passed down through generations. Your attitude toward life will be
The snows of winter have come and… Enough is enough of that tired old… That whistling through the empty b… As if dreams stood still in their… Summer is that freshening of the s…
Carved out of granite she lies sti… mottled by the ages and winter’s c… colossal lady disrobed by autumn’s… exposes her rugged skin, me Lady… Naked Mountain is what she become…
The house was never the same as Vincent was rockin’ the joint with his guitar riffs. The band was smokin’ on that unforgettable night. The drummer was kickin’ the band into outer space....
Young man with dreams and gifted s… Of large proportions and overpower… Of the love of competition and int… The team needs you to go to the S… Everyone is born with a special ta…
Lie in peace thy defender of freed… who died upholding the laws of mar… that’s engraved in the hearts of a… who fought like hell til the very… He rests his bones in the forgivin…
When the Devil’s fire gets too ho… And the seed is scattered O’er hill and dale, And the kindled skin becomes ablaz… And the blood overruns its banks,
Heaven singing from on high, Celestial cathedrals in consoling… The pure climbing out of the pure, Wandering through a new space, Carrying silence immersed in sound…
Silent song, the air with no obstr… nothing to bend it, to shape it, t… to color it, to make it sing, a river without a bank, without a… a story without a plot, a poem wit…
Maestro With your baton you Blend colors with colors and Moods with moods You pull rainbows out of the