Free as two birds We Ride By: Rose Marie Rideout Wind in our face, A long winding road, Free as two birds We Ride. The roar of the engine, The mighty Harley sings, Free as two birds, We Ride. All dressed in leathers, Fulfilling our every dream, Free as two birds, We Ride. Taking in…

Dreams of Tomorrow By: Rose M. Rideout I dream so often of my dear home, Where I lived till fully grown, Life there was a different scene, People were loving and never mean. No doors ever locked you out, You knew what welcome was all about. The young and old were all the same, You…

I have written poetry for many years and often feel pictures tell stories on their own. This one I thought spoke loud and clear. Into the past she searches alone, Through the old doorways, Of what she once called home. Memories of anguish I heard her say, With things she’s chosen to hide, Things she…

All too often a true love is put aside only to be renewed years down the road when it’s realized that it was meant to be. It is never too late to pick up what once was. A gentle smile so sincere, across the room with meeting eyes, Melting moments, shedding tears, Shared with a…

Written By Rose Marie Rideout Worn hands of yesterday, Teaching us to survive a certain way. Hands that once were so strong, To our parents they once belonged. Wrinkled and dry yet still strong, Still filled with warmth, never gone. Hands that once held us close, Letting us know they loved us most, Embracing us…

This poem is about the beautiful Newfoundland I remember as a child growing up, the excitement that filled our time. As a child, I went to the beach all the time, Searching for shells by the sea, I’ll never forget the memories we made, From the sights and all its beauty. The greenery was seen…