Watching how Payne Stewart wonthe 1999 US Open at Pinehurst,our eyes were like the two pansof a balance scale…
I thought about the last momentsof my grandfather’s life.How his heart rate
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.
A poem inspired by a dream about a loved one’s spirit.
Have you ever had a dream of a loved one that’s passed…
Walking through the cemetery I feel you as we talk
