This is about an old man and an apple tree. He is out plowing his field one day and came across a sprig of an apple tree and decides to take it home. He does and plants it. The tree grew tall and was full of apples, but when the old man becomes sick and dies the tree withers away and dies as well.

It was The legend of a man who could walk on the surface of water, and do miracles, his Name was "Shaikh Dorgham ".The town was named after him.

Remembering the way my grandfather worked in the field and wondering the thoughts on his mind.

If you don’t know what a Luddite is, look it up. This poem formed in my mind weeks ago, I finally took the time to write it down. Poetry does not have to rhyme.

One magic bean and a young village girl teach the town compassion instead of greed.

My Greatgrandfather kicked a horrific tobacco habit more than a hundred years ago while plowing his corn field behind a team of mules. His personal victory over this addiction helped many besides himself, however.

Man is his own worst enemy and nature is the victim. The way we live now effects the legacy we leave for our grandchildren.

A peom from the view of a father that is out working in the fields and has left his family behind in the homeland. Based on a true story.

Story of three immigrants who come to Canada only to be loOked down at and made fun of.

An autobiographical account of a boyhood haunt and how it got its name.