A Night, Forever

This Night, Forever By Joe Cundiff   One day this night I shall recall One night Mid week in November Warm Despite the Autumn’s chill When tomorrow A rare break from school So tonight we made It a night to remember In my chair and under one arm Sat one On my lap the other …

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And Why We Came

And Why We Came By Joe Cundiff If we could And would recall From where And why we came To a land That was new Or so we claimed In search of freedom To escape A tyrant’s hand We came to proclaim it Our own Land As if discovery Was something new We came And …

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This Moment

This Moment By Joe Cundiff   The wind blows A melodious whirl Whispering through evergreens Dancing with the clatter Of leaves dangling And pushing piles Of the fallen Swirling, twirling Along the ridge And across the meadow Subsiding then to a gentle hush And the silent peaceful Sounds of light And this moment Should it …

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The Trophy

In all the hours of practice, I had not attempted a shot that remotely resembled the one I was getting ready to take. My knees dug into the earth and innately my upper body leaned forward to compensate for the steep angle of the sloping hillside. Oblivious to the obstacles, instinct prevailed. Peering through the peephole sight, I found the bull. He walked past the tree and stopped. The trophy stood thirty-two yards away, broadside and unobstructed.

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Fly to the Moon On A Witch’s Broom

My first childrens book is complete and ready to go!  This will also be my first attempt at self-publishing and hope to have it available in a week or two.  The artwork and design of Jacqueline Frackelton is beyond amazing!  A few more in the works so perhaps this will be the first of many.  …

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The Game

The dirt remains and I can still smell the dampness rising from the wet grass so long ago, such a lush aroma born only in the coolness of a pre-autumn Friday night.  Not just any night, but the night of nights, the night of The Game. Kneeling in the huddle I look into the faces …

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