At ten-thirty sharp, on a Sunday so bright,In a church bathed in warmth, filled with soft morning light,Young Pastor Kyle, just thirty-three,Stood preaching his faith for all to see. Seven long years he had led this place,With wisdom, with laughter, and youthful grace.He joked, he played, yet taught with care,And brought in crowds from everywhere. […]
In Dartmouth one night, back in ’25,A dorm room with laughter was fully alive.Ted was the host, just twenty-one,With gin in hand, the mischief begun. Now booze was banned in all the states,But rules, to Ted, were tempting fates.He knew full well it was the law—Still drank with friends without a flaw. Why such risk?
One chilly night in London town,In two-thousand-nine as sun went down,A man named Chris, just twenty-three,Went out for food and company. He brought a date to end the night,McDonald’s glowed with yellow light.It wasn’t grand, nor fancy fare,But it was all that he could bear. He had no cash for things divine,But smiled and said,
In Utah’s cold on a January day,A man named Gary was led the way.To an old food plant, long left to rust,Where silence reigned, and hopes were dust. With guards around on every side,No place to run, nowhere to hide.But Gary didn’t want to flee,He walked with calm, acceptingly. Inside the plant—so vast, so bare,One
On an autumn morn in Wichita town,A Russian pilot came around.Sergey Galitzky, aged fifty-four,Walked through a flight simulator’s door. With translator close, he sought that day,To train on a Cessna and earn his pay.Inside the building, vast and wide,Where mock jets soared and screens collide. They met with Jay, aged seventy-eight,An instructor seasoned, calm and
At four o’clock on Saturday, the sky was calm and bright,The backyard buzzed with joy and love, hearts glowing with delight.In Knoxville, Iowa, a family stood with cheer,To celebrate a baby soon to grace their lives so near. Pamela, aged fifty-six, with laughter in her eyes,Stood filming in her son’s backyard beneath the autumn skies.She
In fifty-six, September’s end,Young Nyarri walked with childlike friends.Through Maralinga’s desert heat,They stalked the roos in dry retreat. Three brothers from the Martu clan,With spear and boomerang in hand.They hunted not for sport or fame,But for the kin from which they came. The kangaroos would dash and dart,Just as they’d nearly play their part.Again they
On April the twenty-second day,In Cumbria’s land, not far away,A father of three, brave Carlo Keefe,Embarked on a journey beyond belief. Adventurous, bold, and full of cheer,He loved to climb and crawl with no fear.This cave he’d known just once or twice,Seemed harmless, playful, calm, and nice. No map in hand, no need for dread,A
On the evening of October 27th, 2014, 17-year-old Jesus Maness found himself at Kinloch Park in Miami, Florida, immersed in a fast-paced basketball game with a group of friends. The sun was beginning to set, and the court buzzed with energy as the two teams battled it out. Jesus’s team was holding their own in
On the night of August 20, 2012, two best friends, 19-year-old Rosem and Elizabeth Nass, decided to spend their final evening together before parting ways for college. It had been a golden summer, and with both heading to different states for school, they wanted one last memory to hold on to. Their favorite spot in
