Low tide hits soiled shore,
Forever washed in blood of yesterday’s war,
Never tide, nor storm,
May wash away the tear stained sand,
Which many marine, soldier, air & seaman,
rest their heavy head.
A Place To Create & Share
As I walk my path with The Eternal God, I hope what I learn can help you as well
You & Your Health
"She believed she could, so she did." 🌙
Artwork, data analysis, and other projects by Jon
Transitioning to converting my thoughts into blogs than talking to myself about them
Because We all need to find a way to live with ourselves
These are my words, read if you dare...
Visual works of Wayne Wolfson
