At dawn, where vines climb wind-swept trees,
A cry is borne on salty breeze.
The sound of wings fills the air.
I look for gulls, but none are there.
They’ve flown at light of day.
At noon, the sun has risen high.
I hear the seagulls’ ruckus cry,
While standing on the briny sand
where sea birds cry out...
Stop and think.
When you get in your car, do you turn on the radio before you start the engine?
When you are home, is your TV on even when you are not in the room?
I remember my mother singing as she did housework. Filling the void.
And then there was Benson. He was a lo...
We’ll chat and share a pot of tea.
There’s coffee, if you prefer,
Either one is fine with me.
We have so much to talk about
when we sit around the table.
As with cabbages and kings,
some is fact and some is fable.
“Do you remember?” “I don’t recall.”
“It ...
While the partridge still roots in the pear tree and the yule log continues to glow,
our thoughts turn to the new year and our plans begin to grow.
Always proceed with caution and heed wise words you have heard.
Don't be lulled by the warmth of the yule log fire or the cooing of the bi...
One of our local TV stations is sponsoring a Christmas toy drive. People are asked to donate new toys in their original wrappers.
This reminds me of the year I was told that if I were to leave my doll’s bed in the living room before I went to bed, one of Santa's elves would take it away and t...