Song From the North Country: Freedom Song
“When we were young the tracks went down past the wrong side of our hometown. And so we learned to draw the lines where justice, love and freedom died…”
The Rickety Desk of Mothy Groves
Stories, photos, music, and musings from writer and humorist Timothy Soden-Groves
“When we were young the tracks went down past the wrong side of our hometown. And so we learned to draw the lines where justice, love and freedom died…”
“Do we buy our material lives at the cost of what was free?”
But now, though my tent is small and its fabric strains to tear… there is refuge here
Love heals all wounds, if we will just listen and learn its language.
“Our two trains left the same station, and passed through much of the same country, but traveled in opposite directions.”
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