The Prodigal

In my childhood, I was allowed 8 houses from my own,That driveway the boundary I was to turn ’round when on my tricycle.Another 8 houses out was a road, not very busy, but busy enough when you’re little.In this same era, I heard the story of the Prodigal Son.I always imagined, then, these lines, “…whileContinueContinue reading “The Prodigal”