#Poem#Free Verse-6# Bittersweet Memories — Crosswalk (Reblog)

Sweet memories are like fallen dry leaves, Bitter memories haunted across, The bittersweet mixture of tastes, A formula for lament and love, I cosset together in the name of time  ©️Athira2021 All Rights Reserved

#Poem#Free Verse-6# Bittersweet Memories — Crosswalk

Monday Memories: Start Bailin’ — Big Sky Buckeye (Reblog)

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Milt and I push his small rowboat into the lake’s calm waters on a sunny, early morning.  Fishin’ is absolutely on our minds. Milt’s boat has stood the test of time, and she definitely looks it.  There are patches here and there, scrapped and worn paint, and even some mismatched […]

Monday Memories: Start Bailin’ — Big Sky Buckeye

Smorgasbord Posts from My Archives – Letters from America 1985-1987 – October 1985 – Trip to Seattle – Mountains and State Park by Sally Cronin (Reblog)

Welcome to the next post in the series Letters from America 1985 -1987 that I wrote home to my parents in the UK. My father kept them all in a folder…

Smorgasbord Posts from My Archives – Letters from America 1985-1987 – October 1985 – Trip to Seattle – Mountains and State Park by Sally Cronin