Wallgnarps Perhaps, or maybe I should say most likely, you haven’t heard of Wallgnarps. Grandad came from London, England 60 years ago. He’s been telling his children and grandchildren all about Wallgnarps ever since. Well actually he’s been telling anyone who will listen, be it his children, grandchildren, or the unsuspecting young woman sitting next to him on the plane. …
Fall Foliage Somethings just don’t preserve well. I love fall. I love the colours. I love how the leaves fall from the trees, slowly gliding, twisting and turning and tumbling down to the ground or speeding past me with a gust of wind. I love the accumulation of leaves on the sidewalk or in the gutters so that as I …
Guardians of the Land Row upon row standing sentinel wind swept snow covered feet firmly rooted reverent heads bowed to the winter sun ears stung by bitter cold cradled in brittle fingers hardened casualties of time Forlorn heroes solemnly maintaining their rank fighting against the wind’s forceful blow never abandoning fealty sown in the …
I am the Waves I am the waves sweeping gracefully across the pond tossing the storm swept seas rolling over the vast ocean constant like the rising and setting of the sun pushing with the pull of the moon I crash upon the rocks during a stormy night or lap against the lakeshore on a gentle day I rise …
I am the Wind I am the wind pushing you along whispering in your ear ever present strong and wild then calm and peaceful I rustle the leaves as you pass I make the wind chimes sing for you to hear I bring coolness and refreshment to you on hot steamy nights I chill you to the bone …
