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My Favorite Story For the Season…

  Long ago when Georgia’s rivers were silver, two of them flowed – not far apart- into the great sea.  One cold, gray twilight when the days were short, the wind spoke to the animals and the forest in the land between the rivers. “Tonight,” the wind whispered, “you must stay awake and watch and …

December 24 · READ MORE

Christmas Came

It was summer when the army took my daddy away. Mama said it was our family way To serve our country in time of war That real men stand up and do their part and more. Christmas came and I was four I was looking for Santa when some army men came to the door …

December 11 · READ MORE

Rider—Pony Express

I love our country’s history. It is often tragic, yet always rich and beautiful when you see  people creating events that made our country what it is today. Our books are full of great personalities, presidents, wars, and hugely important events. Important as those are, I like the stories of the common people. Those stories …

November 22 · READ MORE

The Greatest Gift

Perhaps the greatest gift is to know To be certain a thing is so When I know, I can bring many forces to bear Charge through life with hardly a care. Ah, to know, that is power No need for sixty minutes from every hour Because I know I need not begin until the perfect …

November 20 · READ MORE

Bands of Light

You can see where a rainbow begins but not its beginning You can see where a rainbow ends but not its ending You don’t have to see where a boy’s life began to know its beginning But when you tell him to get up and go and he goes And you witness its ending The …

November 17 · READ MORE

Again and Again

The bullets coming up through the jungle canopy shot the oil lines in two The engine burned and failed. I took the airspeed to zero and put the helicopter into the trees tail down As the rotor blades broke off we hurtled to the ground. Now when I awake at night slamming with no blades …

November 17 · READ MORE

I Dream Of You

I Dream of You I dream of you though I know not who you are You are untouchable but real like a faraway star Where was I when you were born, or was I at all Were you made for me, I for you, are you summer to my fall? Do you know love, do …

November 17 · READ MORE
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