A free verse poetry, “Was This Just Apple Pie?”
A humorous little ditty about apple pie. We grow up with favorite foods, the familiarity of SWEET scents, and happiness that mothers create. 539 more words
The temperamental Irish weather behaved itself during all of the 12 days that we visited this small island country with a big turbulent history.
Officially summertime, with just the right nip in the air to enjoy long walks enabled by clear sapphire skies patterned with white tufts of clouds that seemed easy to pluck like vanilla candyfloss from the open blue space. 626 more words