william j archambault jr: Grandmas' House - 10/18/07 09:15 PM
I though I would re post this today as we all get ready to go over the river and through the woods.
There was a time in our lives
As you well know,
When there was a special place
Called Grandma's House.
On a quite street
Lined with proud old trees,
Was an aged two-story house
That meant so much to me,
Called Grandma's House
It was filled with love
That grandparents and grandchildern share.
And it was felt by all
Who entered there,
You knew it was a grandma's house.
Grandpa in his favorite chair
Watching "Gunsmoke" on TV,
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william j archambault jr: The River - 10/16/07 08:03 PM
Once, my favorite places on the river were where the water ripples around fallen trees, branches, or roots. You could actually hear the water rippling with its soft undulating rhythm that enchants a harmony with self and nature. Methodically enfolded a harmony with self rhapsodic flow, one tends to forgive and forget what called them to this location.
Once, my favorite places were where the river babbles over the slippery slimy rocks deposited there so long ago when nature hurried in silent retreat from Michigan. The urgency now conveyed by the cacophonous response of energy meeting an immovable object. Its invigorating knowing … (1 comments)
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