Tonya and I were headed home from Dodge, sticking to the back roads and enjoying the warmth of a Spring afternoon. The windows were down, the temperature was perfect and the breeze still comfortable when I suddenly braked the car…
Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the years Of boyhood’s years, The words of love then spoken: The eyes that shone, Now dimmed…
Friends and Freedom Once I had a friend–“friend” being a loose term, as people seem to bend with the wind and you look up one day and they’re gone. Don’t know why that is, not my fault ’cause I liked…
