Rod Walford

Unjaded
6 days ago
Walking to school through the streets of our childhood The snow rolling in from the ominous heights The stark cobbled stone and the twisted old fence wood Stood mute and depressed in the sombre street...
The Daddy
6 days ago
There once was a daddy A father of three With a beautiful daughter Who bounced on his knee Her little eyes sparkled Like sunlight on bling And each time she giggled He felt his heart sing Now he was h...
The Author
6 days ago