James Mckay
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The Visitors at the Treehouse: The Final ChapterA Poem by James MckayDavid asked if he and his crew could stay at the ranch tonightThey needed to re-group and re-strategize what to do nextHis people began setting up ten.. |
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God's CountryA Story by James MckayStanding on the edge of this cliffLooking down at this valley belowWhere my mind and memory is adriftAlong with the current river's flowI can hear mot.. |
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MY MIND'S BEEN DRIFTINGA Poem by James MckayMy mind's been driftingI'm not sure what to writeHere lately I've been focusingOn spooky things at nightMy mind's been driftingI don't care of other's.. |
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The Visitors at the Treehouse pt 3A Poem by James MckayJohnathan would barely leave his room, much less his bedTimothy could tell them but they think he was crazy in his headTimothy was watching a little t.. |
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The Visitors at the Treehouse pt 2A Poem by James MckayI hope someone is enjoying these little tales. Kind of reminds me of Goosebumps. |
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MonsterA Poem by James MckayYou're really good at hiding your true formI guessed you changed after you were bornThere's a different look there upon your jawJust tell me where you.. |
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The Visitors at the TreehouseA Poem by James MckayTowards the back of their parents 100 acre propertyThe brothers picked out the biggest of all oak treesThey pleaded with dad saying they've been reall.. |
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The CemeteryA Story by James MckayIt's Halloween night and he is awfully beatJust got through watching a marathon of Nightmare on Elm StreetHe's stuffed up on sugar and lots of caffein.. |
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LIFEA Poem by James MckayLife has a funny way of opening your eyesYou want to sit there and argue with itBut instead, you come to a compromiseThere are days where you will bla.. |
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GrandpaA Poem by James MckayOh how I miss those years When I use to sit on your kneesWatching television with you Throughout the eighties and ninetiesWe loved watching wrestlingA.. |
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