Days Gone By

I Had a Mother Who Read to Me By Joyce Ray Wheeler The Reading Mother is the name of the poem from which my title is taken.  Written by a little known poet, Strickland Gillilan, the closing words are these: You may have tangible wealth untold… Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold… Richer than […]

GIFTS OF GOLD by Clifford Dobyns At thirteen years old I was fortunate to be in a Boy Scout troop that took a trip to the Smoky Mountains. On returning home I wanted to make the gift giving a special event. I decided that we would ride our bicycles to a beautiful spot on a golf […]