
The Whistle Pig War (Part 1)
A modest garden once I grew
In summer days of yore.
Would not have planted if I knew
That it would start a war. Continue reading The Whistle Pig War (Part 1)
A modest garden once I grew
In summer days of yore.
Would not have planted if I knew
That it would start a war. Continue reading The Whistle Pig War (Part 1)
I’m waiting for the sun to shine,
While all is dismal gray below.
The numbing cold is anodyne,
The turbid sky is thick with snow. Continue reading Faith’s Perdurance