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It’s a secret! It’s a secret garden. Well, I got this idea on how to grow secret stuff in plain sight, from Rick Austin (Just buy his...

I sit at my lonely, Familiar desk, Caught up in the whirlwind, That whisks me along With it, Willingly at best. As no man is an island,...

https://youtu.be/U-SswXHllPw HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY Turn up the Volume and stand up🇺🇸 Kaitlin Ten (far left)

Lord give me a throttle, As I ride up toward the sky. And dear Lord, watch me closely, On steep decente’ As my daughter flashes,...

HOW TO PADDLE A CANOE There are 7 basic canoe strokes: Forward Stroke, Sweep, Draw, Cross-Draw, J-Stroke, Pry, Brace FORWARD STROKE –...

Good morning, Dad. You know it’s really uncanny how much we look alike. For years, I never realized it. For I always pictured myself that...

Daring, poise, beauty, talent, stage presence, at fifteen a mere child, a star is born, cold chills at her solo performance of “On My...

Day done, I got ready for bed the same routine as always, late nights. In my comfy PJs, I fluffed up My Giza Pillow, just like Mike does...

Fun? Hell yes! I do this around western NC. Paved road went to gravel, gravel went to two track. Kept pushing through up, down from Max...

I came by a man Kneeling On hallowed fodder Praying Praying for his forefather I listened quietly Unnoticed Silent As the man spoke Not...

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A Sprite, a butterfly, a Spirit, A nymph visited my garden today. I looked up to see such a sweet sight hidden in amongst the vines and...

Says “Hi” Talk to me Laugh with me love with me live with me come do with me Touch me hold me hug me make love to me Smile with me...

Iris, named after the Greek goddess of the rainbow, are a low maintenance flower that come in all coloures, loves all climates. My father...

1911-1991 Happy Mother’s Day So with these hands do I pray, To wish you, Mom, on Mother’s Day, A prayer, a poem, a song of love, To you,...

Their color is the clear blue sky, They hang like bells in towers high, Very early in the spring, I thought I heard a bluebell ring.

Tick, Tock, Tacos, Get ‘em while their hot. I could eat a dozen, A dozen maby not! But if I go for Tacos, I needn’t go so far, Cause...

She stopped, Seven, Hands on her hips, And thru rose-coloured glasses, Gazed upon her future. “Poetry on My Mind,” p93....

A butterfly haunts me, Oft more frequently than not, Flit and flickering about, Quite boldly lighting on my sun soaked shoulder, As if...

It all started on Lexington Green, preserved to this day as hallow ground. We the people once stood firm against tyranny. April 19, 1975...