Tag Archives: weary

The Race

Posted on January 5, 2013 by russtowne

This poem is dedicated to all who are weary and craving sleep. May you soon enjoy blessed slumber! Russ The Race Moving in slow motion Barely able to think at all Vision is getting fuzzy Movements slowing to a crawl … Continue reading →

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The Hug

Posted on March 30, 2012 by russtowne

THE HUG It was one of those mornings. You know the type. Things are tense. Our infant son had been up all night. My wife’s eyes (along with the rest of her) were weary. My oldest son, the five-year-old, wasn’t … Continue reading →