Shelly's Poetry for Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

An Old Gray House

I remember the old gray house, sitting lonely on a corner lot adjacent to the alley Pretty flowers lined the house on the north side, cold and calloused even so. It’s the house I dialed my first number, to a long forgotten friend, [high school only gets better as one gets older] and yes, rotary dial... Sign in to see full entry.

Copy (or write down) this entry's web address (URL), which is:

Next, go to the email or web page where you want to link to this entry, and paste (or type) the web address.

Headlines (What is this?)

Referrals - About Us - Press - Terms of Use - Privacy Policy - Conduct Policy - Try Gozoof!
Copyright © 2009 Shaycom Corporation. All rights reserved.