The Barnby Steve Beal Sr.August 8, 20123 CommentsBaseball, PoetryThe road is the same, carved through the forest Around the bend, land opens, I like the best Dew sparkles on the green like gems, or so it seems My heart pauses as I approach… Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like this:Like Loading…
Katahdinby Steve Beal Sr.August 8, 2012October 3, 2018Uncategorized Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like this:Like Loading…
