A child's wish Sparkles On firefly wings Moving on Moonbeams To places Unseen Where Twinkles of magic And Sprinkles of stardust In colorful hues Make...
The brambles should have deterred me But the sunshine weaving through beckoned me on What lie ahead? I couldn’t know But forward was the only option...
1944 The snow was thick but not as thick as what was piled in his boots. Foster broke from file and stepped against the slim trunk of a winter barren...