I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

I have included a page from my book this time around. Our family goes back to 1672 when our forefather was taken from the U.K. to Barbados to work the sugar cane fields. After 5 years he moved to Vermont to become an indentured servant. They said back in 5th grade that “old-dude” would give you a horse just before it died, and $2.38, to start your new life. That would have been in Ipswich. I feel truly great today in will begin to do more planning for the patio railing and gutter. It was cheaply set up in too many pieces for myself alone to deal with. Imagine trying to iron a Scottish kilt into a flat cloth!

it’s not just another day, not merely about a brand new way, now that you’ll stay, i will not seek a grander sway, towards well growing meadows I now do seek, a higher form of deliverance flowing freely from the peaks, once again near to my soul, we now both as one, reliving a quest and goal, to height’s forgiveness, as I gladly succeed, ’tis your glowing glimmer of sunshine, the only thing I need, I am on one knee, though strong not weak, I’ll embrace your love-chains, in all that I shall seek.