Poems of Saint Eule
|101.||The 8o Year Old Paper Boy||10/24/2011|
|102.||The Acorns Kippah||9/4/2011|
|103.||The Alien Worm||6/4/2011|
|104.||The Apple and the Pear||1/27/2012|
|105.||The Black Snakes Nest||7/3/2011|
|106.||The Blade of Grass||6/12/2011|
|107.||The Branch Grows||7/9/2011|
|109.||The Chronos of the Soul||10/1/2011|
|110.||The Dictators Are Falling||9/18/2011|
|111.||The Dream Catchers Net||8/28/2011|
|112.||The Face we Share||9/26/2011|
|113.||The Garlic cure||6/18/2011|
|114.||The Human Body Revealed||6/18/2011|
|115.||The Kindling Fire||10/30/2010|
|116.||The Man beside the Well||9/5/2010|
|117.||The Mid Life Crisis||8/21/2011|
|118.||The Mighty Popeyes||9/28/2010|
|120.||The old dog cannot run||6/2/2012|
Autumn with Grandpa
It was a cloudy day, my grandson pointed at the sky. He said ' the stars are still there you just cannot see them because of the clouds'.
I held his hand and said ' The stars are like the truth often we cannot see it because of the clouds'.
There is nothing more inspiring than a conversation between a grandfather and a grandson.
When you were born, I cried with joy.
My scrawny little boy.
When you took your first october fall.
I picked you up and brushed off a leaf from your