Monthly Archives: February 2012

In a sweet old-fashioned garden on a sunny kind of day There once bloomed a tiny blossom, or so the folks do say; Its little heart was golden, and its petals fairest blue; It took them back along the trail … Continue reading →

Down roads of remembrance, our footsteps oft stray Thru the dusk at the close of a long Autumn day; To No-man’s or Flanders, where poppies flaunt red; To the Garden of Courage, the graves of our dead. Then up thru … Continue reading →

In Memory’s name I tread o’er trails Where once the violets blue Bedecked the green and shaded glades That sheltered me and You. The same old stream goes rippling by Its banks o’er-clung with vine; And the same old breeze … Continue reading →

It’s little things that spur me onward; Little things that bid me try; It’s little hopes and little pleasures; Little sunbeams in the sky. Just tiny baby fingers twining Round my neck, a soft caress; I thank thee, God, that … Continue reading →

Before the days of ‘lectric lights Porcelain baths, steam heat, We used to own a little house: ‘Twas called Lilac Retreat. ‘Twas painted white and scrubbed so clean And grass grew round the door; Oftimes a tiny tuft of green … Continue reading →

It seemed a little thing to do To laugh at love and go my way; To sip the cup of life with you And then forget that yesterday. To follow whims and fancies free For whims were but a part … Continue reading →