I walked downtown this morning in the light mist of a Salem Sunday.
I felt part of a subdued hustle and bustle that defines such a glorious day in this wonderful city.
Written by Edward Roads
I walked downtown this morning in the light mist of a Salem Sunday.
I felt part of a subdued hustle and bustle that defines such a glorious day in this wonderful city.
Written by Edward Roads
The bell was constantly dinging as a non stop stream of tickets evacuated from the thoroughly dominated Skee Ball machine.
I turned in my entire bounty at the booth of treasures and proudly received a small plastic yellow worm.
Written by Edward Roads
She is the one who carries my heart,
she is the one so loved.
She is a place where days get their start,
she is a gift from above.
Written by Edward Roads
The sunlight found it’s way to me from the sliver of space between the drawn shade and the window pane.
Morning sunshine is the perfect alarm clock.
Written by Edward Roads
I saw a little girl waiting at a bus stop next to a puddle.
An approaching suv noticed that girl and made an honest effort to avoid splashing filth upon her lovely, hand sewn dress.
Written by Edward Roads