Life in the Golden Years


Once Upon a Time it was August And Green marked The Kansas Plain. And on a Pleasant Summer Sunday We were Blessed by Gentle Rain Now We’re Cought in the Grip of Winter And Breathe In the Bitter Cold. To Venture Forth into the Bleakness Requires an Action Bold. But Soon Again the Breeze will Soften And Blow from the Southern Isles. Father Sun will Win the Battle And Bring About Our… Read More