Friends, I hope you’ll welcome a friend of mine to the site. Three years ago, he was given a new heart. Every day, we’re given chances to use ours. Is that not the meaning of the words, ‘well done, my good and faithful servant’? Thank you. ~ My love, Bobbie

Céad Míle Fáilte

A rose dropped into the water

drifts southward in the current

to a place of dreams and memories


A Rose and Lace

There’s always something here

Holding you to me,

Nothing I can touch or hear

Nothing I can see.

It comes from somewhere deep inside

From where tender memories start

Where feelings such as these abide

And bridge the mind and heart.

It’s like you’ve always been there,

Your love will never leave,

A scent of rose in salty air

And lace upon your sleeve.


In description, I am an anachronism, a dreamer of dreams based in reality, a skeptical optimist, impractically practical.

I love the world around me, but despise what certain groups of people are doing to it.

I am a writer, a poet, a painter who enjoys photography, a hobbyist of many facets, gardening, making jewelry, fishing,

building furniture, or anything out of wood, and anything that will…

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