The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
Paul Engle
The sharpest memory of our ...
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Soldiers of the American Revolution fought that 18th century war with heavy muskets. In the early 20th century, we kids fought it every Fourth of July not only with exploding powder and shimmering flares, but with all of our senses.
Paul Engle
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
Paul Engle
To eat in the same room where food is cooked - that is the way to thank the Lord for His abundance.
Paul Engle
You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store.
Paul Engle
