Tenth Grade English Composition 1951 Mary Anne Whitchurch December 7, 1941 On a cold, grey morning when the fog had yet to rise; And the seagulls made a flutter like a bird of paradise. The waves were as a rose vine coils in an arbor, Thus began the day Japanese bombed PEARL HARBOR. The […]
When lilac bushes appear in a vacant field,
we know an old Michigan farm
once stood nearby.
I wonder if He knew that I would question the little things that happen in my day..
a THREAD begins to reveal itself.
Ahead are endless, unplanned days.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Returning to this quiet place,
from the porch swing
I relive those treasured days
of years gone by.