It is what it is.
"By the Light of Darkness" Old fire burn the night, bring me to her sight! Healing pure water deep, my heart she will keep. Magic no longer here, still forever dear!
By Jack Drake3 years ago in Poets
"Nineteen for '21" Sing these nineteen lines, carry the tune! Spring Festival during waxing moon, Grandchildren all here, the greatest boon, Warm days and green meadows coming soon!
“Their Name Means ‘Hot Iron’” Story of old, often and forever we have told, Steady swing bold, hammers of steel with ash handles strong.
"The guard dogs - Great Pyrenees - were the first to notice the small, vintage black automobile stop on the road that ran through their little valley.
By Jack Drake3 years ago in Families