A song has not been written
‘Bout the freedoms that I own
Didn’t know I’d miss them,
‘Til compelled to stay at home
The miracle of liberty
Granted in the USA
All written down on paper
At risk this very day
So, I sing this song of freedom
Of want and will to roam
Thank you, God of wisdom,
As you call the bad guys home
3/26/20 #1
6:27 AM – 6:38 AM
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)