There are no pages I can find No written account to help me As I stare at the flour stained counter And wish for yesterday when I stood waist high to...
Feisty spitfire Determined eyes Battle stance And war cry Integrity and Dreams intact Freedom to pursue Wind the years forward Gray matter Interferes...
Near the Lion’s rock Stands a Sycamore tree With carvings of romance Initialed in its trunk A deep jagged heart Engulfs two letters Against the white...