Shannon Casebeer

  A TESTIMONY by SHANNON THOMAS CASEBEER DEDICATION To my beloved ancestors and the faith and fortitude that drove th...

Each and every day, each and every one of us, regardless of our circumstances, has a choice. We can squander our time fingering old wel...

HISTORIC HANGTOWN CRICK It was many and many a year ago Along an old stagecoach road, A gold camp flourished in the ...

SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING Sometimes in the evening When the sun is sinking low, And the pines are silhouetted And I’ve nowhere ...

TATTERED STARS Her stripes were worn and faded, Her fabric torn and frayed. Tattered stars hung loosely now, Weak...