Monthly Archives: January 2025

By: Leo Lawton July 13, 2009           Oh, she of tawny hair, and fair complexion,           A ray of light, in a dull and dreary world,           A wondrous child, so worthy of affection,           A shining star as on … Continue reading →

Leo Lawton September 25, 2009 Gnarled old man, rough as an old pine board, in the sun and the rain and the shadow, warped by the wind past use forevermore. Born into a festered world, where times were tough as … Continue reading →

            By: Leo Lawton July 12, 2009 I feel a shadow overcoming me, death creeps up and knocks upon my door. Fear peeps in a bit around the corner, as consternation walks across my floor. I, somehow, sense the end … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton October 21, 2014 Elders sitting day by day, whiling remaining life away. no one knows, no one cares, who will ask, no one dares. Sometimes they hurt, yes they feel pain, old bones ache once again, they … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton March 30, 2014 They thought that they were heaven bound, when they were planted in the ground. There to lie and turn to dust, it seems in heaven you just can’t trust. Their tombstones tell of life … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton March 6, 2005 I can hear the thunder rolling, I can hear the cannon’s sound. I know that I am dying, and I hope that I’ll be found Mother can you take me, back in your arms … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton November 14, 1998 Our baby was born in the summer, she was three months old in the fall, then came the cold days of winter, and suddenly I lost it all. My wife grew weak and withered, … Continue reading →

by: Leo Lawton Twas the day before Christmas, and here in our house, cleaning and baking, was my sweet loving spouse. She made me some coffee, as I typed away, and I reflected on, my most wonderful day. My son … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton February 28, 1998 He looked into the Devil’s eye, and said “Take me if you can, I like my spot here on this earth, and I am my own man.” He then drew back his unbowed head, … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton July 2, 1999 I truly liked my father I’m sure I loved my mother the one I miss the most of all would surely be my brother My father was my father my mother was my mother … Continue reading →