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THIS - THAT and OTHER THINGS from mitch Original Poetry, Young-Old Romance, Short Stories, and Memories |
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Hello, my name is Leroy Mitchell (AKA mitch). I will be 69 years old in June of 2000. I like to write poems and short stories. Now, I am not a poet and know nothing about the art of writing. No problem! I do it anyway, since I enjoy it. Some of my efforts are presented here for your consideration. If you should enjoy my stuff, please inform your friends of my web page. My goal is to afford as much pleasure as I can. Don't forget to bookmark this site and return, as I will be adding more. Thanks! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
In 1975, I retired from the military with 25 years of service. I retired again from County Service in 1990. My little Irish lass, Mary Kate, and I were wed in Holland in 1955. She left her family and followed me all over the world.There were hard times and there were good times, but my Kate never complained one single time. She is still at my side and I love her more today than on the day we were wed. What more can I say! : ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ mitch |
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Here is a preview of my work. mitch |
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GROWING OLD My heart is all aflame with a blazing, burning love. Such a love should be only for Him above. You will never know how I hurt so much, How I long for you tender touch. My weak old eyes have dimmed with increasing age, They grow dimmer with the turning of each page. Darkness decends like clouds of a coming storm, My blood has cooled and no longer runs warm. But no matter, my love for you still burns bright, In spite of the darkness of the coming night. As the final stage of our lives is being set, Know that the best has not come yet! By: mitch, on 12th of September 1999, for my darling wife Mary Kate, for her 67 th Birthday, 19 September 1999 |
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ON THE STRAND Young lovers on the sandy strand, Slowly strolling hand-in-hand. Young bodies meld together, Shy whispers and low laughter, Sweet sounds of love so fair, Drift ore the midnight air. Young lovers on the sandy strand, Slowly strolling hand-in-hand. By: mitch, 23 June 1999, For my darling wife Mary Kate. In memory of the beach at Margate, England, Where we became engaged in 1954. |
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