Years of struggle seems far away
as moments bring us close...
That which rides
a witchs broom...
Slowly creeping by above,
high up in the sky...
That time of year when things we
saw when we had to many come...
You pulled up in the driveway
and made your way to the door...
Best Friends
Partners in Crime...
Look at that witch
Flying on her broomstick...
The rain poured and the noise snored
The sky was lark and the minds dark...
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a...
You have embarked on a remarkable journey of life...
There was a time
upon the earth...
Thunder crackling from the skies
on a cantankerous wintry eve...
Dear Lord,
As we bid goodbye to the passing year...