stroll

when the time comes for me to pass they shall lay me neath the shadow cast by the great oak standing silent, true watching over me and you when light wind blows in sunlight's trance I hear your whispers through leaves they dance I take your hand o'er the fields we stroll your head on my shoulder as the church bell toll

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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