Visiting God’s Abodeby Harry Slocum Tordoff Into a Sunlit Ravine – we rodeWith Beauty on every side;That place was truly God’s abodeAnd HE must have … Read More ›
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The following, I wrote for a St. Patrick’s Day program where Etna and I entertained, March 6, 1965. Etna sang several Irish songs and I … Read More ›
Memories of Springs, Pastby Harry Slocum Tordoff Just above the village of Greenville, Rhode Island, at the junction of Route #116 and Snake Hill Road, … Read More ›
Haying Timeby Harry Slocum Tordoff I watched a farmer at work one dayGathering hay in the modern way;Not loosely packed as they used to do,But, … Read More ›
Old Starby Harry Slocum Tordoff Old Star and me, we’ve been around the ‘Bar X’For more years than I care to count;I remember the night … Read More ›
The Hour Glass of Lifeby Harry S. Tordoff Each day, like tiny grains of sandIn a shapely Hour Glass,Life is getting out of hand,And soon … Read More ›
The Gift of Lifeby Harry Slocum Tordoff God gave man – a thing called Life,A precious gift from Heaven;He did not promise freedom from strife,But … Read More ›