Simple Island LifeA Poem by Willard WellsPoor and yet happyPeering into the night of Naval, Biliran. I am reminded of time gone past that wants to draw me near.
Streets are dark lacking substance, along with any human touch. Yet it draws me into thoughts of yesteryear, places frequented in my life
A simpler time, with no cell phone. A wave to the neighor, and good morning all. Times do change for better or worse.
So I savor my time to be at peace with the world. As I step back to reflect on past time in life. A simple life is where happiness is found. © 2016 Willard WellsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 5, 2016 Last Updated on July 5, 2016 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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