-Author and Island Drifter-
Must Have Conflict
March 1, 2020
Island Girl from the novel, Island Dogs
December 1, 2019
A Trip Back In Time
March 25, 2020
The Blues Singer, a short story
February 26, 2020
Island Dogs For President!!!
February 23, 2020
Tall White Ships
February 12, 2020
My First Book... SUCKED
February 4, 2020
Media HYPE! The End Is Near!!
February 2, 2020
The Writing Menu Matters
January 19, 2020
Write Here and Write Now
December 20, 2019
October 4, 2019
BM Simpson, author
A place to lay my head I search
to dream my dreams so sweet.
A bough or branch for me to perch,
to rest my weary feet.
For endless time it seems I’ve roamed
to places near and far,
to find the dream I’ve heard called home,
I’ve wished upon the stars
I’ve drifted west and then back east
and the wandering goes on,
the wandering in me.
Yet in northern snow and southern heat
I’ve found no home,
no home to be.
But still I look and look I will
past mountains and valleys and waters so still.
And if by chance I find that place
which God above has blessed with grace,
where in my heart I find just a trace
of peace and hope and love,
then I’ll close my eyes and rest my head
and be joyful that at last I know
I’ve reach the place which I often dreamt
I’ve reached the place called Home