Posted in July 2012 …

Home (by D.A. Cobb)

Some call home a shady spot in the sun baked African desert, others in crowded and filthy ghettos while many live in the steamy rain forests of South America. There are also the fortunate, living in ocean front villas, high rise condominiums and destinations built for the wealthy and privileged. Home is where traditions are … Continue reading →

So Sad (by D.A. Cobb)

I live on a very large cul-da-sac, I’d say about one-half mile around. It is lined with beautiful homes and a variety of friendly neighbors. It is the perfect setting for my writing as I overlook nature’s artistic display of gently rolling hills together with man-made ponds, wooden fences and beautiful landscaping. The other window … Continue reading →

Happily Home (by Debrah S. Bernier)

When I’ve gone Don’t cry for me. I’m happily home, Though you can’t see. I’ve reunited with Mama, Once again, she’s in my arms. How I’ve longed to see her face, And her many charms. For now, we’ll have to be apart, Until your days are done, And it’s time to bring you home- Into … Continue reading →

Running (by D.A. Cobb)

Yesterday morning while driving through town I noticed a group of young girls running on the sidewalk. On the way back I saw them again, this time running across the parking lot of the local frozen custard shop. They are members of our local high school cross country track team and I guess it was … Continue reading →

Good Samaritan (by D.A. Cobb)

I have a wonderful neighbor. He’s a retired ex-Army guy and he and his wife love to travel. She likes cruises and he enjoys driving the open road in their newly purchased motor home. I don’t see them often but when I do it is a pleasure to sit and talk with them and hear … Continue reading →