Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be […]
The Old Brick Church
Some of my fondest memories, come back like they’re new, of the old brick church, with the old wooden pews. I remember it warmly, those days in my youth. Times […]