when I was young I held my father’s hand

when I was young I held my father’s hand…and walked the land he’d walked when he was a young man.  Now he is gone and I walk the land holding my son’s hand.  Someday maybe he….

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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