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Growing Up "Ranch" Chapter 1

A rugged mountain home

This story is fully illustrated with photo's to access them go to my home page and open the album Growing Up Ranch Chap 1. The story will have a bold type reference number to key it to the story.Growing Up Ranch Introduction I am Vernon Fawcett, and this is the story of my childhood, set in the Laramie Mountains of southeastern Wyoming. My childhood was quite unusual; you see I grew up "ranch" on the Squaw Peaks Angus Ran...

To love is ... To accept someone for their differences, as well as their similarities; To love is ... To hold them in your heart, even when you can't hold them in your arms; To love is ... To forgive and forget and move on, instead of moving on and forgetting to forgive; To love is ... To allow different interests to compliment who you are together, instead of complicating who you are seperately; To love is ... To grow to...

Love and Hate

It's sad how hateful this world is...

Eyes open to the sky, Rain pours down like tears from clouds dark as night like my eyes.Hair is drenched, Clothes are torn, but I am so alive even as I die.Tossed out on the curb, The cold is my only friend, freezing my heart slowing my mind.Voices stop shouting, Punches stop coming, memories disappear the bruises will too.This pain will not be here for long, This ache will evanesce, as I am welcomed into Heaven by a Deit...

My name is Mindy. I live with my Mommy and my Meme. I have a big brother named Gary. He's in college. I just started first grade. I can already read a little because my Mommy always read to me at night and I learned some words. They're things made of letters. Letters are little black squiggles and when you put them together they make words that mean things. At school, they are white squiggles on the blackboard. So I can r...

Buzzing Bee Finds Friendship

Illustration by Jay

Buzzing Bee was sad and glum Because she did not have a chum. Without a single friend to play, How lonely she was every day. “Everyone’s afraid of me,” Cried the little buzzing bee. “It is my stinger, they do fear.  No one ever will come near!” So by herself she always was, With no one else to play or buzz. But then one day a scorpion She did happen to come upon. He was basking in the sun,  Saw her, and was about to run....