A few funny clips, that may cause you to smile.

This is but a simple poem which is my best style. True emotions needs only but to be spoken plainly and felt honestly.

My father told me many stories of his mother and her exploits, but he only told me one story about my grandfather and it involved him teaching Dad how to drive a car. During one such lesson, he asked him, “What does it mean when a driver has his hand straight out the window”? My father very confidently answered, “He’s making a left.” Responding to his son‘s innocent answer, my grandfather taught him, me, my children, and I expect generations to follow to cautiously be prepared for the unexpected, by saying, “It means his window is open and that‘s all you know for sure”.

I wrote this poem as a university activity and love it x.

A poem for all golf lovers, especially those who see it as “The Beautiful Game”.

My dream of finding a log cabin one day…

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my painful tale begins.

An original poem on a boy in the park.

Its about that fantasy of becoming child once again.Recollection of childhood.

Written when I was young and new to the Lord’s teachings. I prayed this poem to him.