It spans the harbor of our hope
And dreams that are forever …

Those were the days, my friend.

Poetry about life in California.

Sometimes you have to ask, "why me?"

An immigrant yearns to come here for freedom, only to find his hopes dashed. Don’t let this happen to America!

Art is a bridge that spans the harbor of our hopes and joins us with eternity.

This is a story I had to write for a class.. we were to interview a family member on a war and then do a ery large project on it. part of the project was to write a historical fiction narritive sotry.

This is a poem on the great lighthouse.

A mood poem, twilight, dusk, rain,trains, dog smell, ferns,

Values are connected and are interdependent — links that form a common chain, each having its own function, unrivaled and qualitatively indispensable.