Musings of An Errant Scribe
By Tom Reilly Blue sky, empty slate Serene and celestial— God’s breath surrounds me As wind chimes play in the tree And His choir sings morning prayers. I’m at peace for now Yielding to this solitude Feeling my heart beat Breathing in steady rhythm Mindful…
Was I young and naive when I left for war? Yes, now what? Was I shocked by what I saw? Yes, now what? Was I afraid at times? Yes, now what? Was I affected by this experience? Yes, now what? Was it a mark of…
Years ago, I purchased a Stearman biplane and flew it from Laconia, New Hampshire to St. Louis, Missouri. The Stearman is a WWII primary trainer, designated as PT17, affectionately known as the “Yellow Peril.” For me, the Stearman is a time machine transporting me to…
