Wet grass
damp legs...
Her First Day of School
Written from Mommy for My Little Brandi Jean...
Here's to a dad that guides and converts me when i...
heres to a dad who punishes me only because he...
The crowd gathers, cheers pierce the air
men, women, and children, not one a care...
Where every man spends forever and a day searching...
And fighting to keep what belongs to him...
The flag billows high.
The red, white and blue...
Happy Birthday Nana
You've always been my friend...
You veils already lifted through your words
A beautiful display of your deeper colour...
"I'll drink this night away,"
She said...
When the liberty bell was cast
This symbol was meant to last...
The smell of fresh cut wood,
The sound of the wood chipper working away...
Together we laugh and cry
together we fight those strifes...