Too old, to die young…
Too old to die young, my friend. Once I held a 30-30 to my head, a blessed friend saved me. I have learned, now I have lived and I have learned.I am too… Continue reading
Too old to die young, my friend. Once I held a 30-30 to my head, a blessed friend saved me. I have learned, now I have lived and I have learned.I am too… Continue reading
Originally posted on Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings:
Monday Morning Musings: Beat away the aching timein river blues, see serene, sublime Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield in those rippling rhythms.…
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry“Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.” I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I sit on… Continue reading