/ louis gander
A true story [poem] I experienced in the 1960's...
The question that I struggle with is, "Where do Angels go?"
A Perfect Masterpiece
Peered I, up to the heavens. So stunned, I stood in awe. His hand swept over East to West and this is what I saw...
My father was a spiteful man who argued quite a lotand it had hurt my mama so that she became distraught...
An Old Abandoned Cabin
A little stream meandered by with water clean and pure that seemed to say, "Come drink from me. Your problems, I will cure."
They laughed at him and bragged about the works that they had done. They filled vast reams of papers, yet he had but only one.