Poems of Saint Eule
|121.||The old dog cannot run||6/2/2012|
|122.||The Palm Reader||9/4/2010|
|123.||The Pharoahs Stuff||6/10/2013|
|124.||The Picnic Table||5/7/2011|
|125.||The point of a compass||1/30/2011|
|127.||The Shark smells blood||4/30/2011|
|128.||The silver haired surfer||4/11/2011|
|129.||The Songbird and the Cricket||5/7/2011|
|130.||The Sparrow in the Palm||12/6/2011|
|131.||The spider is the guest||5/5/2013|
|132.||The teapot is calling||2/13/2012|
|133.||The Tern and The Eagle.||9/6/2010|
|134.||The Tiger Smells Blood||4/23/2011|
|135.||The Timbrel music||2/8/2012|
|136.||The Toads Revenge||2/16/2012|
|137.||The Underground Prophet||6/4/2011|
|138.||The unholy Salesman||9/4/2010|
|139.||The Union was busted||6/18/2011|
|140.||The Wedding Embrace||12/28/2011|
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