I Wish I Were

The following poem was written by my brother Tom, when he was 8 years-old. Tom was a prolific writer, even in the 3rd grade! Tom was a gentle soul and our Mom shared how this little poem beautifully captures his loving and caring nature, even when a young boy.

I Wish I Were

I wish I were a stallion

A great big wise old horse,

I would lead a giant herd

And never change my course.

I would take care of my big herd

And help all the ones in need.

I would help all the mares,

Their little ones to feed.

Thomas Fleming

1964

surprise!

DOGS.

BIKES.

Coming soon to a mailbox near you!

back in the saddle!

Here we are. A new year, a new beginning. I've been away from my blog far too long; I found myperfect job, worked hard at it for many years, then quit my perfect job. It's been a year since I left,a year full of ups and downs, highs and lows. Life changes in the blink of an eye, ya know? Now I  need to remember how to work this blog thing and hope that it brings me as much satisfaction as it once did. I think it will. I'm ready. I'm ready.