Just a little practice… exercising metaphors.

Somebody’s Mother.

A beatyful poem about how people begin to dissapear from our world we call earth.

This is not actually to "everyone" or "all". This is to everyone on Triond that I visit, and who visits me…It is for everyone who I will visit and who will visit me…It’s for everyone I stopped visiting and who has stopped visiting me.

It’s written backwards because if you read it one through three, it leaves a bitter taste…This way is better.

Reaching lives and communities are everybody’s social duties.

Good government depends on its roots, consisting of freedom and justice. However, no government, in the true sense of the word, is exempt from problems, but, as long it has good leaders, there can be no question that, sooner or later, there will be solutions, as it progresses on the right track.

Describing and experience with a crossing guard that made a difference by her example helping me to see the need and the reasons for the law about speed limits in crossing zones.