I have decided to write some haiku's about my childhood love and loss. I see that one person has found them enlightening.
I hope more find them wonderful. I see that "J-bomb" has posted something about the Log Driver's Waltz... I am puzzling though a haiku about that topic too. Await my next creation.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
A boy and his dog Youth, not longer young; Blossoms fall.
What kind of magic Lies within the Tickle Trunk A little less, now