Oak on the Hillside

On hillside of green I lay back in the grass, Clouds going by, I watch as they pass. They remind me of time, some fast some slow. You get a choice in this life, that much I know. The days that I spend beneath my favorite old oak, Philosophical thoughts are always evoked. My days... Continue Reading →

It Was By The River (Poem)

It was by the river that the slender trout drifted, silver in the light, to the surface they lifted. It was by the river that the young wolf ran with his first pack, now the alpha male, there was no experience he lacked. It was by the river that the songbirds would sing, a tune... Continue Reading →

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