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Father Winter Treats

With a smile as large as the valley below.

As the dark clouds swirled, the forest gnomes busied themselves. For since time recorded, they have been tasked with waking Father Winter. Jimmy's task was to bring the sugary treats this year.  At first light, the ten gnomes gathered their belonging and...

Choose Love

You are my Angel

In my dreams. I am in your arms. Holding me. Quieting me. Saving me. Healing my broken heart. Teaching me. To love again. Your divine love. Humbles me. You are my Angel. Sent from above. I choose love.  

Lest We Forget

Those who about to die I salute you

We all have sat in our history classes as children. and studied and read about D-Day. June 6th  1944.To honour the ones that climbed into their landing crafts, rode across the channel to drop behind enemy lines, and ferried troops and equipment ashore.  I...

A Soldier's Life

Bully boys all

I took the Bristish steel On Bunker Hill. I sent grape shot On Lake Erie.  I fixed bayonets  On Little Round Top. I felt the knife At Greasy Grass. I moved up the hill Bully Boys all. I bled red Feeding poppy fields.  I swatted mosquitoes On the deck of Y...

Open To Love

Tell me your fantasies

Tell me your fears So I can relieve them. Tell me your pains So I can ease them. Tell me your doubts So I may wash them away. Tell me your dreams So I may fulfill them. Tell me your fantasies So we can live them. Show me your heart So I can love you. Open...

When we were young children, our grandfather would takes us to camp. As we sat cross-legged around the evening fire, he started his tale of our past. Slowly he poked the fire, sending embers floating into the sky.    We waited for Grandfather to continue,...

At the age of nine, lying in the children's ward. Rheumatic fever, burning though me. Nuns and Doctors come and go, tending a full ward of eight boys. Across from me lay a new boy, no more than five years old. Sadly for he had survived, his family fire. A...

Flanders

We lived and died on Flanders fields.

Sun-dried mud on youthful faces. Waiting for the shrill sound of whistles. Rolling thunder, foot by foot. Sending earth tossed to heaven. Drips of crimson foam splash mates, along the trench lines. Orders barked with the shrill whistles. "Over the top boy...

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Brightest Star

You the keeper of my internal flame that shall forever burn bright

Ever since man looked to the heavens, they have tried to understand the mysteries that surround them. To make sense of the unknown and to label the mysteries. Look to the heavens and you shall see Sirius, the brightest night star. But to me the brightest...

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It was a blustery day in March

BadgeIt was a blustery day in March.A northern snow storm dumped 6 inches of fresh snow.Waking up to a chilly room, the Sheriff set about to light a fire.He heard the soft singing from the kitchen, and the shrill sound of teaHis wife Maggie of six wonderf...

Open Letter to My Soul Mate

trust this old scared warrior lion my princess

Open Letter To My Soul Matebless you never ever doubt your warrior blood my princess you are warrior strong as rivers run underground in the desert your warrior blood so does flow lest someone chases your cubs or wags their tongue about family watch as yo...