I guess we all have our interpretations. I see a line of young people heading into a club or hanging out outside it to hear hip hop or rap. Many may disagree, but I see that kind of music as negative and detrimental. Just my two cents.

Tremendous flow here, my friend.

hello dearest Damian either they don’t read the situations or they are goading up to reveal what we know… through manipulation of a situation…they get me all the time this is one of your best in my opinion 💕

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I loved those lines as well, you’re right there is no such thing as a safe place in the world’s current state. Happy to read your commentary again, hope your music projects are going well. Appreciate you.

Damian

“While destruction lies around the bend”

It’s interesting how the word lies changes the entire tone when read as one definition over the other. This is such a cleverly written piece. And powerful, as you excel at, my friend

Fanfuckingtastic Damian. Powerful and packs a tremendous punch!

I kinda get an image of friends drifting apart maybe due to political differences.

Great ink, friend

I can’t sleep lately. I lay in bed hour after hour and wake up tired.
Getting older means bills, stress, and worry. I’d love to go back to the playground and start over.

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

lol. I’m trying to accept your friend request. It’s giving me difficulty. I’m glad you are back.

Oh do I know this feeling my friend. You put it well and with a bit of playfulness. Loved reading this. Put me in a nostalgic feeling for the places and people long gone.

John

Wow this is a sensual way of thinking about nature.

Very kind. Thank you. Autumn is the foreplay…

Superb

Excellent write, Tim. Amazing work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Ahhh, Dear Tim,

Your Master Raconteur is showing his full glory in the soul of this exemplarily laid piece.

Especially impactful, how it’s recounted from the recollection of a fledgling lad by his grandfather’s side and grandmother’s caring hand, along with Labrador Brownie … sooo vividly exemplified, as though it all came form your own experience … and, within the boundless realm of your unique imagination, perhaps, it did.

Grammatically brilliant, a low sweep of my feather-crested chapeau to your golden pen, My Friend!
A work, no doubt, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, himself, would have envied.

Thank you ever-so gratefully and sincerely, Syr Author, for the shared pleasure of your intricately-blessed, artistic skills! ⁓ Richard🖌

Tim this is an truly great memory piece and is filled with the wonder of a lad just beginning to understand the world around him. Your narrative is as superbly scribed as it is vivid and memorable. Truly a work of art that is articulated with excellent literary skills. Your prose gift shines here. This spoke to me of a coming of age piece with the young boy trying to make sense of the world and events around me. Your ability with description both the of the scene the the boy’s thoughts as he saw it were superb. Truly great prose.

John

What an amazing and well-written story this is! You know how I love true tales from the past, and this one sure fits the bill. Your young thoughts are so familiar, and I know how it all had such an impact on you. Giants, knights and dragons surely would be expected in that cavernous place! I enjoyed this a lot.

Fiction? That’s even grander!