Tag Archives: Autumn

Sun City

  In dreams I walk in furrows of deep crusted snow with you where we once walked in slow motion Autumn among nodding twigs and leaves of many colors before we started Winter fires loving; the flames turning crackling logs … Continue reading

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The Big Game

For my eldest son Daniel Jason, who would be 42 now, but will always remain forever young A son is buried ‘neath Monmouth fields at the mountain of the little olives just a short pass from Vince Lombardi whom I’m … Continue reading

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