The little town of Banjo Bay sits proudly in the cove,
Welcoming her sons home from their toil,
Her harbor filled with laughter, her streets bedecked with love,
A place for growing up and growing old.
The morning sun shines down upon the busy little forge,
Sidney Armstrong at the anvil stands,
The mighty bellows suck and blow, the fiery furnace [...]
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Sidney Armstrong copyright Catherine Turner
Posted in 1, Family Poetry, Poetry, Tales From Banjo Bay on July 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The First Time That I Met Her by Glenn Williams
Posted in 1, Family Poetry, Poetry on July 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I walked around a corner
and there she was,
a prisoner.
Bound in chains invisible
not physical, ethereal.
Yet strong like all deception,
trapped with false devotion.
A prisoner, I left her
and she became my jailer.
Bound to her forever
with love of purest nature,
I turned around a corner
the first time that I met her.
