at the rows of houses there.
Then you begin to wonder
what memories each house shares.
Some of happiness
where dreams have come true.
Some are of sadness
where lives have been hurt by pain.
Some with tragic stories
they never want to share again.
Each house will have many stories
of the individuals whom lived there.
Each story will be different
from all the rest.
Each leave memories
in every room they slept.
Their stories are unending
as new families come along.
22 November 2007
as the sun rises to kisseach dew-laden petal.We are like love’s flowermy love and Ias we kiss underthe moon’s watchful eye.17 July 2010
who could tell you every aspectof the job you do.When they sit down to do itand a problem arises there,because its not in the textbookthey read so confidently,they haven’t got a clueof how to handle itor really what to do.They don’t knowtheir arse from their elbowwhen a situation like that appears.As we walk through lifewe…
and you would like to be there.Would you also like their troublesand even their despair?I shouldn’t think soas it is better to havethe problems you knowthan the problems you don’t.So before you wish for someone else’s life,remember this,their life could befar worse than your own.2 March 2008
as she beckoned to meto come to her open armsand live within themfor all eternity.16 June 2008
I often wonder what nameshe gives to the things he sees.They certainly wouldn’t bewhat we refer to them to be,so I have fun thinkingof alternate names to call them.In the first volume I have published,I introduced everyone tohalf dogs and flying grub.Now in my second volumeeveryone will meet the Zoomers.Any guesses what they might be.A…
to an island in the sunwhere there is no inhabitantsso I can be aloneaway from angry voicesthat shout and moan all day.Wisk me away.Wisk me away.Take me to a placeof peace and tranquillity.Take me to somewherea million miles from here,to a place wheresilence reigns supremeso that I can relaxand start to think again.Whisk me away.Whisk…
