A short story 100 words.

Attempt at tanka (5-7-5-7-7) form of poetry.

Draw Your Own Conclusion (Gentleman is spelled correctly)…

A poem about the strength of one person and how much can they bare.

Just my interpretation of something we take for granted…

Sometimes you just need that quiet time.

How can we ever achieve our goals without hope. When we nurse our dreams and try our level best to turn these to reality, we must, at the same time, keep hoping that somewhere within the scope of dreaming, there is ample room for success in every field of endeavor.

Just my opinion again…

The showers that nourish the good earth stir everything in Nature to perform adequately, so that things that are otherwise dormant are once again activated, restoring a sense of wellbeing to all creatures, and giving birth to natural growth agriculturally and esthetically.

The Lord feeds all those who truly have a hunger for Him.