Short Story – Page 7

Infancy

Pic taken early morning, 12/12/09 Nags Head, NC, Dot

Shadows sleep in silence; Trees bow their heads; Breezes slide through darkness; Stars whisper in cloudy beds; Waters ripple quietly; Vast Oceans to tiny streams; Mountains stand attention; Clouds move slowly, making dreams; Tiny blades of grass are born; Caressed by beads of dew; Awaiting morning sunlight; Enhanced by skies of blue; Rosebuds in infancyContinue reading “The Edge of Morning”

Memory Lane

THE FARAWAY LOOK IN THE EYES OF THE OLD; IS FULL OF WISDOM; THINGS WE DON’T KNOW; THEY HAVE SHED MANY TEARS; THEY’VE CRINKLED IN SMILES; THEY HAVE SEEN BUMPY ROADS; AND MANY SMOOTH MILES; NO BOOKS CAN HOLD THE WISDOM THEY KNOW;

Dance of Life

The stadium of life Played out each day Brings death to some and life to others Both physical, emotional, and spiritual Each person comes Either presenting a mask so no one can see the true heart

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Moments of Joy

I love twisted potato chips? Don’t you? I had an opportunity to have lunch with my heavenly friends, @Panera Bread, one of my favorites. Of course, I like chattering friends at times but didn’t have them on this trip. I guess my angels wanted to entertain me so I purchased my sandwich, soup and chips.Continue reading “Moments of Joy”

Mirror, Mirror

“Mirror, mirror of my mind who is the prettiest woman in this land.” (Have we heard this tale before?) Oh my dear said the Mirror, “You are ugly as ugly can be.” “Oh,” cried the woman, “I must be perfect. I must look young. I must do something about this terrible mess called me.” “I’llContinue reading “Mirror, Mirror”

Rooster Choice

Nestled among the hills of Virginia was a seemingly quiet farm or at least it use to be before an arrogant rooster appeared one day. From the unusually quiet farmyard came a squawking that had not been heard before. All eyes searched the yard to see who was making all that commotion. A rooster standingContinue reading “Rooster Choice”

My Father’s Rich You Know

My father’s rich you know and I’ll tell you why? He spends hours playing softball with me. He shows me how to hold a bat. He yells run fast. See my father takes time with me, because my father’s rich you know. He spends hours at the river with me. Throwing me in and listeningContinue reading “My Father’s Rich You Know”

To My Dad

The old man’s face was gaunt and thin His hair now solid grey. His hands where muscle once had been Showed only bone today. He tightly clutched his old cigar Then touched the unlit end with fire.