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The ultimate recycling
It just a made up song because Id love to live in a cabin in the hills
Just a write to write.....FOR SOME THIS IS HOME.......
Just a quick poem in honor of the beauty I'm looking at this morning here in beautiful S.W. Oregon.
Well as we walk we never know when we have a shadow to follow this was a fun write and hope for others to enjoy.....
Natures beauty..
Another seasonal poem..
glory of creation..
This poem was inspired my a photograph a friend took.
Catch of the Day A man,his canoe and without any crew, Sets out down yonder to oceans clear blue, Casting his line,with nothing but time, He hums a tune, then swallows a brew, But never ever,does he twiddle his thumbs, One slip o
Spoken in my 'native speak' with its short clipped twang, takes some practice.....haha
The sweet fragrance of flowers that bloom only at night...... perhaps pollinated by moths and attractive more by smell than by sight...interesting analogy.....isn't it? Evening Primrose (Oenothera) Angel's Trumpet (Datura innoxia) Night scented Stocks (Matthiola longipetala var. bicornis) Giant Evening Star (Mentzelia decapetala) Night Phlox "Midnight Candy" (Zaluzianskya capensis) Four O'Clocks (Mirabilis jalapa) Daylilies "Moon Frolic" and "Toltec Sundial" (Hemerocallis)
Random
There's a lot to explain here.....(laughs).. out here in the boondocks...
What would the beauty of creation be if no one knew of it..
Life as meny people know can be a b*tch, But life as I see it is like a river, As it starts it is fast and urging to go forward But as it flowrs old, more mature or experianced It slows and widens. Life like rivers must come to an end Some d
Its about the chaos in the world.
The time that you love as you stride through four seasons with fingerless gloves. Mare is in heat in time she will fole there's frost in the mountain while close rivers run cold. Brows fill with sweat as you stack winter's heat fence li
Beginning of winter
Features of willfull dispersion....
IT IS OKAY TO HIT A DEAD END ZONE IF YOU KEEP ON GOING AND NOT LET YOURSELF DROWN IN YOUR OWN FROWN.....
A moon goddess!!
This is my favorite poem. I wrote it for an arbor day contest in the british virgin islands quite a few years ago. It talks about the trees of the island being stripped away for the sugar cane plantations in the 1800's and what damage it had caused. The poem is a reminder of how people can damage their environment for selfish gain and implores future generations to plant trees and conserve. Tortola is known as the Land of the Turtledove.
As an adolescent my curious mind contemplated our existence. Eventually my thirst for knowledge has answered many of my queries sufficiently (always researching tangible, logical, historical & scientific EVIDENCE). But having an unquenchable poet's soul led to this bit of food for thought from back then.
Being thankful for such a life we have
Be your own star
About some caves in South Africa which I found awsome.
Storm By Steven Boyd Weaver Her doom written, soon to meet... The sands are pulled, from beneath her feet... Her arms uplifted, high and strong... Dance in the wind, as to a song... If you listen, you will hear... The song played through her finge
Every snowflake has a different shape...was first discovered by pioneer photographer Snowflake Bentley in the late 1800's....like a natural kaleidescope of nature is a snowflake and upon touching your lips they instantly melt.
Storms of nature and life always a part of our world.
Experiencing a walk in a New England field in late November
Boys play house. Men build homes. Boys shack up. Men get married.Boy make babies. Men raise children. A boy wont raise his own children. A man will raise his own and someone else's. Boys invent excuses for failure. Men produce strategies for success.
Sometimes it is nice to be quiet and not a word said SSSHHHHHHHH ah it is so sweet the quiet place.....
Wow what Heaven really will be like... To be soaking in all of the stars of the midnight skys....
To hurt nature is to hurt ourself!!!
Letting others know that love is hard to keep and hard to let go of. However just stand your grounds and do not forsake who you are and this is the time so many want to hang on and others want to hurt than to let go...
world and mind are same.. I think all our surroundings are just illusions. but mind show them as objects! but actually they are just collections of particles..
The cold black chilling air jack frost about leafs and branches blown in the air all scatterd about freezing tempertures ice crystals forming from the coldness of the air below 0 degrees the cold of the day many a hand and toes frost bit
Just thinking as we are to approach winter so soon of thinking of the spot by the fireplace to cuddle up to.......
Got to love snowball fights....
On some cold New England mornings before the sun gets goings frosty images appear on window pains.
What is snow.....????? Cold and wet and melty ice and water Let it snow let it snow......
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