Along the quiet river
He strolls amidst the past.
The memories, fresh and lovely,
Hold his heart within their grasp.
Humble stock and simple ways,
Her spirit lingers and remains
Constant, e’re, in this man’s life
And touched another soul the same.
To the woman I did not know:
Your warmth fell over me
To comfort him in sorrow.
I longed to know you just as he.
Spring 2000
About Me
- Cheryl Earles
- I inherited the love of music and history from my father and my artistic abilities from my mother. I had a love affair with words from the day I discovered the word Periwinkle - I deemed it the most precious crayon in the box and wouldn’t color with it for fear of destroying its pristine appearance. I cherished every lofty word I came across and used them to create a world that was far, far away from my mundane, every day life in the small town of Bridge City, Texas. The rest can be read under the post titled The Dawning of a Wordsmith. I am also a foodie. Look me up on travelingtines.blogspot.com
