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Last train home

A Poem by 914

The breakup

HEAVEN

A Story by 914

Today my annual pilgrimage begins. It's my way of thanking God for the life he saved years ago. When I was a younger man living on borrowed time not t..

PEANUT

A Story by 914

I love the fall when the leaves changes colors and the weather cools down a bit . It's the time when the wild life is in a frenzy to gather and store ..

THE DINER

A Story by 914

In the big city it's very crucial to find a good restaurant that is convenient to where your job is .I always like a fresh hot cup of coffee in the mo..

Through My Fathers Eyes

A Story by 914

As a young boy growing up I never new my father but I do remember meeting him for the first time I guessI had to be about 13 years old or so,its somet..

New friends

A Poem by 914

Opening my bedroom window on this early April morning the cool crisp air brings in a morning chill as it begins to fill the room. Ready to close and ..

WILD MUSTANG

A Poem by 914

It was to be the beginning of the end for the new frontier when wild mustangs ran wild and free from every part of the land west of the Mississippi. A..

Toy Box

A Story by 914

I remember visiting my grandmothers home just about every other week or so when I was just a young boy.It was always a thrill to visit grandma for a c..

Sweet Sixteen

A Poem by 914

Where have all the years gone? I can still remember when our daughter was born as though it was yesterday. She weighed just over six pounds and wrappe..

A Fishermans Tail

A Poem by 914

The lake was clear that day and the water was very stillThe sun was out and it took off the early morning chill as there could be no-better dayI untan..