Why we need to study the history of tourist attractions to understand their success.
My dreams may drift, like leaves shed in autumn Lay dormant, still there Frozen, held in suspension Like a winters' guest, waiting For the warmth of Spring © 2005, Scottish Poems II
I have only told this story to a select few because of that age-old fear of being labeled "crazy", but well, I really do believe in ghosts. I have encountered a few in my life and shouldn't be ashamed. Here is the earliest I can remember. I thought it would be appropriate for this day. [...]
I gave you a quote earlier from a poem I wrote back in 1987. Thought I post the whole thing. This is copyrighted, published in 1993. Home These emerald walls that tower above And kiss an azure sky I remember They are my home Now I am just a passer-by With conflicting emotions of continued Farewells [...]