Southern streets seething
Soaking summer season
Salty sea surrounding sails
Sailing slowly
Sailors sandbagging
Sunset setting
Schooner secure
Sunglasses see scope
Saturated scene
Scattering scorched sand
Sea subsiding secure
This is poetry about two young lovers who spent most of their time on the beach until the storms of life blew their love into the sea.
We all have grown so tired of living a confined existence, but hope is on the horizon with the vaccine coming soon.
We appear to be living in a time when division is rampant, hating anyone who is different.
I stayed up last night watching the Cardinals and Braves, of course I was rooting for the Cards. This is my humorous take on the game. Written in my favorite fashion( Rhyme.)
Life on the Indian reservation was not what grandfather wanted for his grandchild
I thought after the Sandy Hook shootings we as a nation, could keep our children safe in schools, surely there must be a way?
