Take Time For A Stroll by Ronald M. Gifford

Back in the 1920s and 1930s when I was growing up, the world was much bigger. It was a quieter world and turned much slower. Many deliverymen still used horse and wagon. I can still hear the clippity clop of the horses hooves on the granite block streets. I base a lot of my writing on this era. I like to keep my messages short and to the point. I want everybody to easily be able to read, understand and hopefully enjoy my poetry.