There was an old Indian chief that always seemed to be sitting on an old park bench located way into the park where only a few go. The path is mainly for bikers and walkers who want to forget they are in the city. One afternoon this walker decided to go up to the chief and ask him why he comes here. The Indian chief stated "This is where my tribe first settled. I come here to think and visit and wait." It is a beautiful area for there are wildflowers and plenty of trees. Finally, the chief will rest.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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The Cowboy
There was this old-style cowboy living down the road just a smidge. When I would go walking by his farm that had a few horses and a few other animals he would always offer me a ride on his horse. This old cowpoke would tell stories that would make you wonder if it was true or not. He once said that he rode for the Pony Express right before the it ended and became a part of mail delivery history. This old cowboy could share a yarn with the best of them; now I wish he would've written them down.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
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Thank you, Mark!💗