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Dedicated to a cyber mate who is in hospital.

"An oldie but goldie."

There’s a cardinal outside my window who doesn’t seem to see that he is outside while I am in though it’s pretty cl..

Look closely children and you will find within shadowed corners of your mind, a warm glow, a treasure rare a beautiful spir..

Hands that toiled from dusk to dawn rising again in the early morn. Hands that held the saw with ease, the hammer and nail on pad..

A poem about unconditional love.

Smoke from the campfire drifts high overhead the coals burning brightly in shades of red; a babbling brook and a gentle breeze with sh..

This poem is dedicated to my cousin Patrick, a child of the sixties who tragically died from complications involving Hepatitis C.

I am wading through streams of time always moving never still, when I sense another presence that enraptures me my soul to fill. I s..

I posted this poem that I wrote for my daughter a few months ago but made a few changes.