Monday, May 4, 2020

Maturity



I was such a late bloomer, I didn't bloom until the 
tenth snowfall.
©️ 5/4/2020

   -  John Hardesty
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

The Irish Flag

 

  • Grasping Hope
    Man's defeated when born, yet he contrives an escape clause, and that's to be immortal. 
  • The Holding Room
    There in this place dignity no longer resides and tenderness and love are but casting  evasive shadows,    the drunkard and apothec druggie ...
  • The Bluegrass Tavern Chronicles(page-4)
           One morning cleaning up behind the bar there was a loaded sawed-off double-barrel shotgun propped up beside the cooler underneath the...