Roanoke, Virginia
There was an old man who did all he could do, He plowed his fields for the squirrels to chew.He strung his beans for the birds to peck,He tied the tomatoes so high it would break your neck. He shoots his gun to see all the varmints run,He then cleans it for another...
Read MoreWell my brother, all I have left is the many memories and there were many. We could write a book that would be a best seller. Don't run to fast. I want to be able to catch up with you some day so we can spread it all on the table one more time.
Ray Hailey
January 16, 2014 | Glen Allen, VA
Courtney, your poem was soooooooo beautiful. I teach creative writing, and I would love to have taught you as one of my students. We loved your dad and grandmother. Thank you for being such a wonderful daughter.
Barbara Fedock
Barbara Fedock
January 15, 2014 | Asheville, NC
