The last chance motel
The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading
The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading
Gently The bow the branches On the trees, worshipping What is, knowing they are one with Nature Singing For joy to the Source of their life, Now, the dancing begins, The sun leaps,…