When hate becomes acceptable, we are all doomed. Why is there an unwritten rule that says “if I am different from you, I am unacceptable and if you are different from me, you are unacceptable.” Why is it that we’ve become so numb to human tragedy? Terrible violence just becomes ANOTHER shooting, ANOTHER terror attack,…
One of my favorite poems. This girl’s got talent… check her out at thepoeticunderground. You won’t be disappointed.
Old Familiar Landscapes Those old familiar landscapes within my heart are longed, though many years have passed now the time has not assuaged. The willow trees in spring time, the ducklings in the pond, the scent of sweet magnolia, bring memories dear and fond. A rustic fence that traveled far and made a boundary line,…
The Farmers in the Dell 