Her dress was borrowed
It was blue
My suit was old
But our vows were new
Happy couple
coming into view
We do
We do
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Chalice
The sun
Golden chalice
Clutched by God’s hand
Light cut by God’s fingers,
The clouds
The dawning
That morning
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Golden chalice
Clutched by God’s hand
Light cut by God’s fingers,
The clouds
The dawning
That morning
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Friday, December 10, 2004
Nekked Heinie
A dance it is
but so much more
a statement
Attitude
Rebel in the buff
shake your thang
Oh warrior princess
still only two
Hold still a moment
let me snap a picture
for blackmail
when you are dating
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
First Snow
Thoughts of walking
in a winter wonderland
with her. She wrote,
“I like snow when it is falling.
All clean and beautiful.”
A friend remarks,
“the snow is here,
everything is white and
appears to be more pure,
almost innocent...”
It is a beautiful kind of first snow.
Everything is more innocent;
but only for a whisper
of time.
Too soon it will clump and fall
Splashed up off the street,
Mixed with grime
But now, in the falling,
milking the sky
teasing as it falls
light, airy
Covering other sins
blanketing a seemingly silent
noisy world
muffled and cloaked
in white
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
in a winter wonderland
with her. She wrote,
“I like snow when it is falling.
All clean and beautiful.”
A friend remarks,
“the snow is here,
everything is white and
appears to be more pure,
almost innocent...”
It is a beautiful kind of first snow.
Everything is more innocent;
but only for a whisper
of time.
Too soon it will clump and fall
Splashed up off the street,
Mixed with grime
But now, in the falling,
milking the sky
teasing as it falls
light, airy
Covering other sins
blanketing a seemingly silent
noisy world
muffled and cloaked
in white
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Friday, December 03, 2004
God's Hand
The gentle push
the warm support
The gentle nudge
Of the One who knows what's best
Charting a course
with history, coincidence, and promise
Leading two to become one
as He planned since life begun
Formed of dust, a rib
and His breath of life
One body again
As He intended
Bound together for an eternity
loving, laughing, sharing
Knowing this time, it is meant to be
As part of His Plan
Woven together with love and caring
held together for ever more by God's majestic hand.
From day to day and year to year
they will hold each other dear
the warm support
The gentle nudge
Of the One who knows what's best
Charting a course
with history, coincidence, and promise
Leading two to become one
as He planned since life begun
Formed of dust, a rib
and His breath of life
One body again
As He intended
Bound together for an eternity
loving, laughing, sharing
Knowing this time, it is meant to be
As part of His Plan
Woven together with love and caring
held together for ever more by God's majestic hand.
From day to day and year to year
they will hold each other dear
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved.
Contact me at Ray
Foss for usage. See all 34,110+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Smell of Snow
Walking the few feet
car to the office
Down the street,
quiet Friday, December
Smell of snow
Cold, damp
Memory
Anticipation
Coming, for sure
Knowing it
In joints,
My senses
Hard to describe
The smell of snow
But it is there.
Let it snow
car to the office
Down the street,
quiet Friday, December
Smell of snow
Cold, damp
Memory
Anticipation
Coming, for sure
Knowing it
In joints,
My senses
Hard to describe
The smell of snow
But it is there.
Let it snow
----------
edited
December 15, 2015
Smell
of Snow – v4
(merging
edits to version 3 and version 2)
edited
December 9, 2015
Smell
of Snow – v3
(editing
original)
Edited
November 28, 2012
“Smell
of Snow – v2”
Friday,
December 03, 2004 8:27
“Smell
of Snow”
and
other poems
December
1, 2012
like
sprinkled sugar
&
edited December 9, 2015
Snow in the Air – v6
(editing original)
edited November 27, 2015
Snow in the Air – v5
(merging edits to original
and version 4)
edited November 22, 2015
Snow in the air – v4
(editing original)
Edited August 3, 2013
“Snow in the Air – v3
(editing original)
Edited September 20, 2012
“Snow in the Air – v2”
December 30, 2006 12:08
“Snow in the Air”
All
of my poems and photographs are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001,
2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
2015, 2016. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for
usage. See all 40,670+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry
Where You Live.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Living in Lifetimes
May we enjoy and cherish
every breath
we share together,
may we always act as though
it is our last,
may we always
treasure
each other,
so that
each moment
is that lifetime
together,
so that we may share
thousands of lifetimes.
every breath
we share together,
may we always act as though
it is our last,
may we always
treasure
each other,
so that
each moment
is that lifetime
together,
so that we may share
thousands of lifetimes.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004 11:18
Living in Lifetimes
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights
reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
See all 37,140+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Frozen Marsh
Steam rose
Over the ribbon threaded
Through the frozen marsh
This waking
Frost encrusted the
Silent cattails,
Highlighted the skin of
Still-green reeds
Browning leaves, rushes
And skeletal scrub
Ice too soon
But chill only today
Ready to bleed away
With the dawning
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Over the ribbon threaded
Through the frozen marsh
This waking
Frost encrusted the
Silent cattails,
Highlighted the skin of
Still-green reeds
Browning leaves, rushes
And skeletal scrub
Ice too soon
But chill only today
Ready to bleed away
With the dawning
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Pair
Craning to glimpse
Around the bend
Behind the trees
Hiding in the fog
Our swans
Finding solitude
Beside the other
In open water
Alone together
Away from the bustle,
The noise,
Of the road
Around the bend
Behind the trees
Hiding in the fog
Our swans
Finding solitude
Beside the other
In open water
Alone together
Away from the bustle,
The noise,
Of the road
edited May 9, 2015
Pair – v4
Monday,
November 22, 2004 10:18
Pair
– v2
&
edited May 9, 2015
Pair – v3
Wednesday,
November 17, 2004 9:58
Pair
– v1
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights
reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
See all 37,500+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Stepping Through - edited
A slit cut through
gray, layered bunting
morning sky
Yellow light and white light
Sol walking, pushing,
stepping through
a portal he cut
knee-high curtain,
left leg, right arm
through the canvas of the clouds.
propelling the light
onto the stage
starting the day
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
gray, layered bunting
morning sky
Yellow light and white light
Sol walking, pushing,
stepping through
a portal he cut
knee-high curtain,
left leg, right arm
through the canvas of the clouds.
propelling the light
onto the stage
starting the day
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Stepping Through
A slit cut through
gray, layered bunting
morning sky
Yellow light and white light
pushing, stepping through
knee-high curtain,
left leg, right arm
propelling the light
onto the stage
starting the day
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
gray, layered bunting
morning sky
Yellow light and white light
pushing, stepping through
knee-high curtain,
left leg, right arm
propelling the light
onto the stage
starting the day
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Daily Anniversaries
Finding the right words
Overwhelmed, blessed
Shouting my love
each day, for you
Bursting with joy now
and from the first kiss.
Stronger and stronger are the feelings;
from a place I have never been,
even from the beginning.
Here's to a lifetime together –
precious minute by special minute.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Overwhelmed, blessed
Shouting my love
each day, for you
Bursting with joy now
and from the first kiss.
Stronger and stronger are the feelings;
from a place I have never been,
even from the beginning.
Here's to a lifetime together –
precious minute by special minute.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Pair
A pair
trumpeter swans
pressed close
in the sliver
open water
between the growing ice
in the pond
beside the highway
this November morn
trumpeter swans
pressed close
in the sliver
open water
between the growing ice
in the pond
beside the highway
this November morn
edited May 9, 2015
Pair – v3
Wednesday,
November 17, 2004 9:58
Pair
– v1
&
edited May 9, 2015
Pair – v4
Monday,
November 22, 2004 10:18
Pair
– v2
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights
reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
See all 37,500+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Parting
I can't wait
for Saturday
when our parting
is but of our lips
When we don't have to leave
each other's side;
when we can linger
and love
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
for Saturday
when our parting
is but of our lips
When we don't have to leave
each other's side;
when we can linger
and love
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Morning Drive
A skin of frost on the ground,
in the branches, the yellowed fields
film of ice on the pond
low fog lit on down the road
light in the windshield
shafts highlight
glowing milkweed pods
bursting for later rebirth
Quiet, rumble of the engine
Heading from home
heading to work
reversed in the dark
in the branches, the yellowed fields
film of ice on the pond
low fog lit on down the road
light in the windshield
shafts highlight
glowing milkweed pods
bursting for later rebirth
Quiet, rumble of the engine
Heading from home
heading to work
reversed in the dark
================
edited
January 13, 2016
Morning
Drive – v2
Wednesday,
November 17, 2004 7:47
Morning
Drive
All
of my poems and photographs are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001,
2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
2015. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for
usage. See all 40,650+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Our Daughters
You and they
Valves in my heart
Pushing the spirit
In my soul
Letting me live
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Valves in my heart
Pushing the spirit
In my soul
Letting me live
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Barry in the Morning
He’s on the stereo
Smoky, sultry,
Words dripping
After waking,
Start of day
You in my arms
Smell of you
Touch, Kiss,
Linger on your neck
Dance in the kitchen
Pull you in close
Down the road
With me in the car
Bass throbbing in the speaker
Sing along to our words
Openly, wanting you
Away from you, my dear
But you’re with me
Your scent, smile,
Your Love
With me
And Barry in the morning
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,880+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Smoky, sultry,
Words dripping
After waking,
Start of day
You in my arms
Smell of you
Touch, Kiss,
Linger on your neck
Dance in the kitchen
Pull you in close
Down the road
With me in the car
Bass throbbing in the speaker
Sing along to our words
Openly, wanting you
Away from you, my dear
But you’re with me
Your scent, smile,
Your Love
With me
And Barry in the morning
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,880+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Friday, October 29, 2004
Arc of the Sky
Warming blue
Across the arc of the dome
He left for us after the Flood
Daubs of color
Dabbed on the sky
Pristine edges
Glinted and glowing
Past dawn
Frozen breath
Frost on the
orange, red, yellow
Fall foliage
Green grass
Cold windshields
Parked cars
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Across the arc of the dome
He left for us after the Flood
Daubs of color
Dabbed on the sky
Pristine edges
Glinted and glowing
Past dawn
Frozen breath
Frost on the
orange, red, yellow
Fall foliage
Green grass
Cold windshields
Parked cars
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Red Sox in Four
Eight straight
ain't it great
A nation in joy
because of our boys
Won in strong fashion
with luck, pitching and passion
A night with a lunar eclipse
song of joy on our lips
Here's to the Red Sox Nation
in a state of utter jubilation
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,880+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
ain't it great
A nation in joy
because of our boys
Won in strong fashion
with luck, pitching and passion
A night with a lunar eclipse
song of joy on our lips
Here's to the Red Sox Nation
in a state of utter jubilation
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,880+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Waking Sky
A fall sky in slumber
warming fan brush strokes,
horsehair bristles,
pushed across the fall tableau
Deep burgundies and dark below
Headlights on
Down the road
round the bend
the view brighter
champagne and plumb and wisp
a bluing of the sky
Another wind
down the twisting backroad
translucent yellows
screens of color
Farther on
white takes the stage
above a fireball flame sun
Then the sun filled
the windshield below the visor
warming my face
on this fall morning
after the dark
warming fan brush strokes,
horsehair bristles,
pushed across the fall tableau
Deep burgundies and dark below
Headlights on
Down the road
round the bend
the view brighter
champagne and plumb and wisp
a bluing of the sky
Another wind
down the twisting backroad
translucent yellows
screens of color
Farther on
white takes the stage
above a fireball flame sun
Then the sun filled
the windshield below the visor
warming my face
on this fall morning
after the dark
==============
edited February 3, 2017
Waking Sky – v2
Wednesday, October 27, 2004 8:07
Waking Sky
All of my
poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001,
2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
2015, 2016, and 2017. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See
all 43,080 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Christian
poetry, colors, Driving, Faith, faith poetry, God, hope, king, light, Nature,
New Hampshire, poem, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, praise poetry, sky, sun,
white, wind, yellow,
#Christianpoetry
#colors #Driving #Faith #faith # God #hope #king #light #Nature #NH #poem #poetry
#praise #sky #sun #white #wind #yellow
Monday, October 25, 2004
Her Name
Her name on my lips
her song in my heart
A marathon finished
waiting for laurels
A race won but
New beginnings
A new life
new challenges
mountains to climb
Together
10/25/2004
(first poem about Ruth)
her song in my heart
A marathon finished
waiting for laurels
A race won but
New beginnings
A new life
new challenges
mountains to climb
Together
10/25/2004
(first poem about Ruth)
All of my
poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001,
2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
2015, 2016, and 2017. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See
all 43,080 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Hair Cut
A grand presentation
the three of us
early one Sunday morning
just before Easter
A grand march
with appropriate solemnity
orange Easy-Bake Oven mixing bowl
festooned in his outstretched hands
with her locks, curls, hair
Safety scissors
weren’t really safe,
now were they
from little hands
and minds with industry and mischief
Bows that would have to be taped
to hide the artistry of these craftsmen
a little too successful in their trade
Shock of the audience – mom and dad
woken from slumber
to the sight
of our grand presentation
that morning.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
the three of us
early one Sunday morning
just before Easter
A grand march
with appropriate solemnity
orange Easy-Bake Oven mixing bowl
festooned in his outstretched hands
with her locks, curls, hair
Safety scissors
weren’t really safe,
now were they
from little hands
and minds with industry and mischief
Bows that would have to be taped
to hide the artistry of these craftsmen
a little too successful in their trade
Shock of the audience – mom and dad
woken from slumber
to the sight
of our grand presentation
that morning.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Written on My Heart
Wow!
All of my
poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001,
2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
2015, 2016, and 2017. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See
all 43,080 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
