Elizabeth J White Art work will be on Display

poem by Elizabeth J White

Poem, spoken in slang. Poor Mr. Egg Poor Mr. Egg , what was he think'n? To go up that high, well he must've been drink'n. See Poor Mr. Egg was a shell of a man. Why he climbed that great wall ... Read more

poem by Elizabeth J White

Another year older another strand of gray, the things I am finding as time, to swiftly , dwindles away. On this journey there have been dear friends that guided me along the way... Read more