Tag Archives: Winds of Change

Like Leaves In Autumn

Like Leaves In Autumnby Michael DoyleA quintessential road trip brings to mindThat Autumn has come to leave Summer behindMany roads can be taken, traveling any wayTo capture the colors that make up our daysAutumn falls like leaves becoming flowersThere is … Continue reading

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The History That I’m Still Living

The History That I’m Still Livingby Michael DoyleWhen the winds of change blew throughThe march of history became more trueThere really wasn’t much to sayBy those who outgrew their shackles of yesterdayThe Wild West became the Wild EastAs crime and … Continue reading

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