Wild horses…
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist, and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist, and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading
Forever young… I ain’t done yet my friends, still many miles to go. Are you coming with me? ——————————————————————————-The wine been sweeter, the days been longer. We have survived the bad days and… Continue reading
We were young once “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading