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The Black Granite Wall I stand in solemn awe, staring at names etched into this polished black granite wall. Too many names can not read them all, nor can I contain myself tears begin to fall. These men and women who left husband, wife, children alone to...
I want to share with you a true story about a three year old boy who lived in a small farming community in Texas. Brownfield Texas comes by it’s name honestly. Brown fields are everywhere. If you have never been in a dust storm in Brownfield Texas you kno...
The Beach of Nothingness To the beach of nothingness is where I go, When the pressures of life Seem to take its toll. I slip off the flip-flops of my mind, As I allow the cool sands of father time To ooze between my toes. I feel gentle, winds blow, Throug...
