A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
![]() A log of our magnificent journey. |
The time has come to get away from stifling urban density and strenuous commercial fray in our Winnebago RV. Instead of irksome traffic blare, we can enjoy the crickets' choir and sensory treats beyond compare wrapping us in marvel to inspire. Hypnotized by fireflies that flash all around us when sun goes down, we join in Mother Nature's bash, admiring her lavender gown. |
On Flanders Field, where artillery shells churned up the dirt and killed many soldiers, poppy seeds began to bloom. Along with crimson poppies, military cemeteries appeared to honor the sacrifices of those who gave their lives on that hallowed ground |
Don't forget your string of pearls-- those pearls of wisdom to guide you along the path of life. Be careful what you're wishing for, because the light sometimes shines on webs of temptation to lead you down the wrong path. |
Brandon Brady became a vet at a very early age: a veteran of relocating, a veteran of changing schools, a veteran of making new friends, a veteran of separation, or even worse. You see, his dad is in the Army and is frequently transferred from one base to another, or deployed to overseas assignments, so Brandon must constantly adjust to new teachers, new coaches, new climates. As a result of his dad's occupation, Brandon Brady became a vet at a very early age. Inspiration ▼ |
Down at the VFW, hamburgers, fries, and brew fuel our camaraderie, while serving our community. The recipe for success is concocted with finesse. Each member of our Post commits to aid others in getting benefits and support charity events to help our local residents. Our mission is to assist wherever the needs exist and enjoy a bowl of beef stew down at the VFW. 14 lines |
'Tis the season for bubbly snot to drizzle down my upper lip. Then, the sneezes blow gooey gobs of gunk all over my computer screen, so I can't read email message from my lover. |
Open graves, ghouls a-plenty celebrate in the night of the living dead. Raucous raves presently reverberate across the neighbor's flowerbed. Spectral knaves continue to congregate with attitudes quite spirited, until waves of sunlight terminate that terrifying spread of dread. 12 lines |