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Fading Recall
Your sight drifts away,like a bird in distant sky—I reach through the haze.Once bright moments lose their shape,names and faces… READ MORE
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My Mary Poppins
Unlocking My Spirit In dreams of whimsical tales, I’m lost—A world where magic reigns, uncrossed.Where Mary Poppins, so dear, resides,With… READ MORE
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The Sound of Music
Over the Hills We Go Seven voices bright,von Trapp children, hand in hand,Maria beside—Captain stands so tall, yet gentle,love has… READ MORE
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The Boy Writes from Within
This image captures me at sixteen, a year into my time with the Junior Leaders. Even then, I found myself… READ MORE
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Cast Into the Living Tide
Dawn doesn’t knock.It breathes—slow, silver. He’s already there.Boots in mud.Hands remembering. He casts—not just a line,but a life—wide into the… READ MORE
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Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be
The Future You Create
The future waits in quiet clay,
Shaped by the hands that work today.No distant star can chart your way,
Like choices made along the day.Each step becomes tomorrow’s view,
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
The future lives in what you do.
Poetry of Life 