Due to work and what I thought would be a single week of training and then my inability to log in to anything for a while I was unable to finish SCOD.

Thanks Weaver for jumping in!!!

I am very sorry.

The Storm (Musings and bad poetry)

The storm had come so fast, so quick.
The snow upon the ground so deep,
that I was moved to tell my wife
to watch her steps amid the ice.

I spoke my words of love, and watched
the sounds caress her lips, her cheek,
as light will dance upon a stream.
She knew I sought the child, I seek

myself, a boy, who built the spires
in sand, whose screams echoed the span
of years.  Who now, a man, just speaks,
no less the burst October's leaves.

RMH@2003