Her long golden hair whipped in the breeze. Flying into her face as it came loose from the black ribbon that had tied it, she watched the ribbon fly off, clinging to a tiny branch out of her reach.

The Boston Marathon has been a landmark event for one hundred and nineteen years. It is not just a local event, though it is an event that all people in the state hold dear, even if they aren’t runne

  There are so many women that have for different reasons inspired me and continue to do so. Some of them have passed from this life and some are still with us. Because, of this I decided to would wri

  Some will say we are past our prime Experience is thrown away Today, the young are all that count Old man, old woman your time has passed   Not our issue if you can’t survive You should have saved,

You were only fourteen When innocence was lost And he was thirty-five A sisters husband too A man for you to trust   Instead he was frightening Slyly ogling you Your nipples are so ripe Young and vir

  Before I saw your face or touched your fur I heard your cries for help, longing for love So loud your anguish I knew where to go So deep your despair you didn’t know me   For a home of your own, al

My first memories of poetry were from A Child’s Garden of Verse by Robert Louis Stevenson, the same author who wrote the beloved classic Treasure Island A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young, Now We Ar

Today is one of those days, when life seems good for me personally, yet the world has a darkness to it. A hole of anger and hate, fighting and arguing over ideology, when people's lives are at stake,

The elite of the horse world are the high-dollar mares. They are show animals or racing animals, bringing high dollars for their foals because they have a history of excellence and winning. For them,

A tear runs down my face Eyes brimming with sadness The loss of little ones Whose wings will not open Nor learn to fly on air Brighten the world with joy A life lost, world shattered For lack of civil