The Scorched Page
Paradise Story #3 Guest post by HolliAnne December 19, 2018 I went to Paradise by myself today. I wasn't even planning to go to our house, but I found myself turning the steering wheel to go down that old familiar road again. I sat in the driveway staring at our chimney, not really sure why I was there. My legs took me out of the car and over to the corner of the house that had held my "little" library. I looked down at my feet and it was like something out of a movie. A page from a book, singed and wet, but surprisingly legible. I bent down and my heart skipped a beat. It was a page from my favorite trilogy of poetry. The Torch-Bearers. I've been kicking myself for weeks for not grabbing my complete, signed collection of poetry books by my favorite author, Alfred Noyes. My husband teases me for reading hundred-year-old English poetry, but I love this guy's writing! The words that jumped out to me immediately are from the first vol...