My ramblings....

Abe

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a man who lived amidst the mountains and woods of a fairie tale land. He was not a prince nor was he a pauper. He was simply weathered and wrinkled. This man worked hard each day, building and raking and fixing and praying. Every morning he would sit alone and sip a large cup of coffee, black, and reap the silence. In the evening, he would hum and read stories to his children and drift off early to the evening dim. He was not famous, nor was he rich, but he was good. And that will last as a tale to be told through the ages.

posted by Unknown @ 9:38 PM