Pure and simply put, George was special; a wonderful older brother who we all adored. Thank you, George. This poem is for you. (Note: post updated with new photo at 12:15 pm)
Poems
plainly trying to do too much say too much cover way more ground suggest there is more let’s keep this between us you and me…
Shoes on the Danube, Budapest. Nothing prepares you for the historic horrors of war….
There is nothing like crashing waves, windy breezes, and the smell of beach fires to get one’s imagination filling up a yellow pad of paper. Poems from the beach. Enjoy.