Sometime when I boss walks in the front door, I want to run out the back door. He drive me insane.

A summer retreat.

Acrostic poem.

The summer holidays are round the corner…

A poem about the joys of Summertime.

At last, the summer has ended and people are enjoying the change in season.

Traveling through Arizona in December is, well, like driving down the mountain. First snow, then lush vegetation, then sparse desert – the scenery is always changing.

Life moves on too fast, and before you realize it, your alone. The kids are gone, off doing their own thing and your spouse is gone as well. It’s then you realize, “Having the Time” is kind of too late.

Based on a dream — 90% of all my writing comes from dreams or nightmares!

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