There once was a little girl, who wrote a little poem, about a moon that wasn’t there.
All in Family
He was a rake and a ramblin’ boy from the day he first put a paw into this world.
There is an allure to the far away and unknown. A glamor that attaches to anything shrouded in mystery.
She’s a southern belle, sweet, gracious, and charming.
Searching for the Raintree
I suppose most folks will have no idea of what a “Raintree” might be, or why anyone would want to search for it. Had you been born a hundred years ago, you probably would know.