My treasure chest is filled with gold. Gold . . . gold . . . gold . . . Vagabond's gold and drifter's gold . . . Worthless, priceless, dreamer's gold . . . Gold of the sunset . .… — Don Blanding Copy Share Image
Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice. — Don Blanding Copy Share Image
The artesian well of joy never runs dry. We clog it with our thoughts. — Don Blanding Copy Share Image
My treasure chest is filled with gold. Gold . . . gold . . . gold . . . Vagabond's gold and drifter's gold… — Don Blanding Copy Share Image
“Do not carve on stone or wood, He was honest" or "He was good." Write in smoke on a passing breeze Seven words… and… — Don Blanding Copy Share Image
