Many soldiers do not return home and many do. Many of the
ones that do, do not come home the same way they left. This poem is about a physical change….

Between the lines…

Wheels have always been a part of my life and will continue to be so, until I die.

A little poem about something so common we miss it…

If there are exercises that can be done by sitting and still can exert all the muscles in the body, then it would be cycling and rowing. Here are a few snippets on cycling.

Take a ride.

A poem about someone wondering about themselves.

Riding and driving – always proud of the job.

A cinquain poem.

How I feel about my life in society.