The Old Broken Bridge

It's just an old broken bridge Crossing a snowy creek What traffic has it seen? How many souls have crossed its span? Where did it lead? How did it break? A walk through the country Brought me to here To see the beauty of age Just waiting to be shared This snow covered bridge Has... Continue Reading →


The Beauty Of Her

In a world of constant aggravation Noise, commotion, hatred There is also a calming force I cling to It is the beauty of her The magical smile of her eyes Brings peace to my weary soul The wonder in her whole being draws me in And I find comfort in her arms of hope Because... Continue Reading →

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