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Edisto Island, SC

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Folly Beach, SC

Fripp Island, SC

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Hunting Island State Park

Insects

Pollywog Pond

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Spring

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Water Magic

Winter

Red Bubble

About Our Animals

Homer's Pond

In Honor of My Mother

In Memory of My Father

Jack

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My Writing

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Homer's Vietnam Experiences

Homer's Room

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Questions

 

A new bird is singing outside my

window each morning.

Is it you?

The moonlight gently caresses

my face through the night.

Is it you?

 

There’s a warmth by my side,

a voice in the distance

a glimmer of movement

from the corner of my eye

I see in passing.

Are you here?

 

To have one more

glimpse of your face,

one more touch of your hand,

one more hug…

what I would give for just

one more.

 

It’s been two years

so you would think I would

go on living without the pain.

It deepens as the seasons change.

Have I said goodbye?

Have I even begun?

 

I miss your voice

I want to call you

 every day,