Good garden of The Ridge
in limbo. I see it glow as I
walk this lonely road. Oh
how it sparkle in all of its
beauty. So far. So distant.
The blueish tint beckons
for a pleasing smile or
maybe a quaint gaze. At
the ease of a pencil and
‘twas the description of
beauty to The Ridge.
However, the telling of
such was not the accurate
of descriptions.
Brave and subtle, The Ridge
is merely an accent mark
of Limbo.
– J.Broadway