Arthur Groves
Now I hear my Grandpa’s whistle still, just like he knew I would.
The Rickety Desk of Mothy Groves
Stories, photos, music, and musings from writer and humorist Timothy Soden-Groves
Now I hear my Grandpa’s whistle still, just like he knew I would.
I’m comin’ up the hill to your place, darlin’. Yes, I’m a-comin’ back home to you.
Years ago, when I first started in with music, my friends and I would often stand around in a littleContinue Reading
Great Adventures would I have while gliding through the sky…
This tattered coat I wear, gonna soon leave it far behind, ’cause someday new garments I’ll be wearing.
It was long ago, before the darkness fell, casting shadows on the land…
Up here in White Pine we got a hole in the ground, a big old copper mine, just like in your town
You and I met long ago, long before the Earth was stone
Out across the cornstalks there’s a hard frost on the fields…