Of the places I have been
one teased a destination
for my heart and soul.
It was not a place,
it was a time.
What I know of time
is that it goes and goes and goes–
memories staying.
Poetry by Byron Hoot
Of the places I have been
one teased a destination
for my heart and soul.
It was not a place,
it was a time.
What I know of time
is that it goes and goes and goes–
memories staying.