http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ron%20Cole The original writings of author Ron Cole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009807 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Once before I die,without having to regret,I'd love to hold you in my armslike I did when we first met. Times were so much simpler thenand we were young and gay,we loved and lived with all our heartsevery moment of every day. Tomorrow was of no concernwe lived and lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/815698/ Her motherly heart just swoonedat her youngest's freckled smile,and the gift that he had brought hersurpassed others by a mile!He presented a paper Rosein his tiny outstretched handthat he'd bought from a little grey ladyat a booth by the corner newsstand.It had only cost a dime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/469677/ It had lights and loads of glamor!It was called the Silver Screen.To be a leading character,was every starlet's dream!The girls in small town Americaswooned as leading menrode off into the sunsetleaving ladies adoring them!A million aspiring starletspacked their bags and left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/467400/ Can I buy a miracle?a plaintive, small voice askedof a Pharmacist at the local storewho was busy at his tasks. Here Sir is all the moneyI have in this whole world!I need one for my sisterwho's just a little girl! The Doctor said there was no curefor the sickness tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/313777/ The waves crashed hardagainst the shorethe wind blew torridlythunder crashed and lightning flashedfarther out to sea a lovely maiden faced the windfrom a turbulent seaand ducked her headto hide her tearslest anyone might see concerned, I gathered my best Capearo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/278440/ Sometimes when it's still,and innocent night creatures sing,I lie and listen to the Nightand the Night is listening. I hear your breathing shallow,peaceful and serene,it's part of the beauty ofthis lovely midnight's scene. The full moon's silvery lightand the dew's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/246902/ There's a winding Starlit Stairwaythat leads up to the Starsit has magic starlit stepsand its' banisters have Starlit Bars and beyond the Stars, the Heavensbeckon magicallythey offer mortals certain hopefor all eternity The Stairs are not just forthe richbut they'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/226567/ When I leave and take the windand mist shrouds the Island's shore,my journey starts but longing beginsas I am leaving you once more. When the Trade Winds fill my vessel's sailand push my ship towards war,my thoughts will fondly return to youwhom I will love forevermore.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/206094/  When shadows fall across the Moorsand Twilight stills the land,we'll meet again at Meadow's Edge,and go walking hand in hand. When day's hard work is done,and the Lark settles in it's nest,when remnants of the Evening Sun,have finally gone to rest, we'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ron-Cole/102621/