The thin little girl had very curl… She had been alone all day which w… Other young ladies had sisters and… But her mother had died leaving ju… Her tired arms rested on the old p…

Far too many nights witnessed her… No longer does she dwell in the sp… She is just another house with an… Trying not to arouse you for fear… Keeping peace sacrifices private p…

Consider a moment the clear blue s… Have you ever stared at a sight li… And boldly wondered “Why?” What if just a little darker With a hint of red inside.

Lovely lady, Pray tell what dastardly fate Awaits their sinful souls when fin… But arthritis and diabetes? Such intensity and white hot passi…

Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…

It was a lonely journey Although the number was sixteen th… Forced to seek a final home... A land to house this native throng… Four thousand lonely journeymen

Making love to you Feels so right As they hold each other In the middle of the night Reality slips away

Aunt Maude Anderson, her Auntie, Wrinkles carved in your gentle fac… Where children’s exploring paws Once found a place— A place to feel warmth of sun and…

Gold and rosebuds! Just to name a few! And the precious sun that shines Like the early morning dew Mountains on top of mountains

He lies on a pillow of dreamless n… In a bed of damaged feelings. He sleeps in a room of forbidden t… In a house of bungled dealings. He lives in a town of lost hopes,

Working in the fields, stopping To rest in the shade. Their son four, asked his Dad. “What’s the Best Drink of All?” “Son, I don’t know.

Broken hearted dreams, Crying in the night Fool hearted love, Lost within the night Broken dreams

Close your eyes and listen, To the music in your head. It sings of all your hopes and dre… The things you fear or dread. It sings of all the happiness,

Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins

Look not to the rubbish, her frien… The discarded cement slabs, The rusty tin. But, rather, Look to the pelicans