Another time, another place, a world so far gone by,
Where streets were paved with cobblestones, under an azure sky,
Where people took the time to share a word or more with you,
Where moments pass without distress or without much ado.

A place that’s gone, but still exists in small towns everywhere,
Away from all the ugliness that meets us here and there,
To capture just a little time, to hold it in our hearts,
To dream our dreams with hope and love, before this life departs.



About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. Beautiful poem! Much of my teaching career in Montana was in little towns, such as Plevna and Circle. Kathy, thanks for sharing your prose and Paul’s artwork. God’s peace!

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