‘The waltz of the angels’
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading
You saved me You have saved me I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos. Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world. Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw… Continue reading