Where should I go……… without you?!

Most of us will be buried in cemeteries amidst a throng of graves.

This is a poem I wrote on Father’s Day as I sat in the grass next to my son’s grave.

Along the way, Amos was no longer thinking. He was smiling.

Yes, our soldiers died in the wars but their names, honor and memories will still be remembered like stars.

For that special someone that isn’t special anymore.

A poem about a childhood memory and loss.

Being a history and genealogy buff I often have found myself wandering around old cemeteries and pondering the lives of the people buried there, the times they lived in and what life may have been like for them, who they were. The epitaphs on many of these old grave stones can really whet the imagination. Read more…

Country Tales.

Bus drivers have an interesting work environment. This can lead to amusing incidents.