The Fox at the Window
By Karen Deal Robinson It was in the month of May And the old folks they were ailing. We were worried and blue, didn’t know
By Karen Deal Robinson It was in the month of May And the old folks they were ailing. We were worried and blue, didn’t know
By Laura K. Deal Do you see what I have here? A diamond of pain, Crushed to cutting strength By sheer determination. The fierce drive
By Karen Deal Robinson In midsummer, vines fill my window, And the sun hides high above the eaves, And can’t find the crystal I’ve hung
Starting when I was very young, maybe three years old, I had a recurring nightmare: I’m running away from someone who intends to hurt me
As a symbol, the lighthouse has a lot of power. It serves as a beacon for ships at sea, showing the edge of the land.