WalterJackson

"the aroma rides the wind like a sweet messenger of love the faint scent of life fills my senses with wonder like a bloodhound I follow the smell recklessly charging ahead what oder from heaven has..."

"I can see the clouds filling like balloons with the dark dreary rain. It is summer in the South picnicks and water holes are the topics of the day. A cold slice of watermellon on a hot Florida afte..."

"Until the end I will be hereUntil the last I will be hereUntil the curtain fallsI will be hereUntil the lights go out I will be hereI will be hereI will be hereAlwaysI will be hereForeverI will be her..."

"Where are the heros I was promised in my youth?Where are the role models?Where are the knightsUpon shiny white horses?Where are the cowboys?Where are the SuperherosAnd the fighters of injustice?Where ..."