Is anything more frightening than the sound of a rattlesnake rattling in the wilderness?

A poem of contrasts. And a great big question.

Deep poetic thoughts.

A story I heard to share with you..

Treading heavily through the moon-lit fields, the air became colder with each step. Winter was coming.
No – winter had already arrived. The fires behind me were slowly dying down, and small flakes started blanketing the valley…

This is a love poem.

Chapter one.

A song that I have wrote in rememberance of my pappaw Lloyd who faught the long hard journey and is now going home to be with Jesus….pappaw I you will always be in my heart.

Fable – the King.

The king.