The Town Kept Its Secrets, And The

They Say That Loving Eyes Can Never See, But That's A Fool's Axiom. Sometimes, They See Too Much

He Lay Back, Put His Arm Over His Eyes, And Tried To Hold Onto The Anger, Because The Anger Made Him Feel Brave. A Brave Man Could Think. A Coward Couldn't.

A Coward Judges All He Sees By What He Is.

Description Is What Makes The Reader A Sensory Participant In The Story.

And If There Are No Cars Or Planes, And If No One’s Uncle John Is Out In The Wood Lot West Of Town Banging Away At A Quail Or Pheasant; If The Only Sound Is The Slow Beat Of Your Own Heart, You Can Hear Another Sound, And That Is The Sound Of Life Winding Down To Its Cyclic Close, Waiting For The First Winter Snow To Perform Last Rites.