Thank you for reading my blog
The pages within may have you running for grog
Some started as letters that turned into poem
Others are stories with a life of their own
Time spent will not go to waste
In the crisp mountain air the fire gains height
Warmth and comfort on a heavenly night
The girl with the chestnut hair She didn't know how to share Until she was grown And had children of her own She was my own and only They taught her how not to be lonely
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