My Dad

My father was a quiet man.  I had known that he was in the war (WWII) in England, but not much beyond that.  My father was in aircraft maintenance – bombsights actually.  How exciting could that be? One day, he told me about one job that he and his team had done.  It was customaryContinue reading “My Dad”


Beyond – by Bruce Baker

                Lost mists of eternity                 Vanished with a dream                 Conjured in the depths of mind                 Fabricated in tendrils of thought Beyond imagining                 Captured in tangled snares                 Fighting for freedoms won                 Standing on the precipice                 Adrift in the storm Beyond myself                 Cherished hair lock                 Caught not foundContinue reading “Beyond – by Bruce Baker”