Idyllic.
Idyllic. We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death is when we become forgotten. Once brave man danced… Continue reading
Idyllic. We shall know never-more, we shall know ever-more and we one day. We shall know nothing more. Once wise writer told us. Death is when we become forgotten. Once brave man danced… Continue reading
Scarborough fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
The song of life and the song of death. I have sung the song of life and I have sung the song of death. The songs to celebrate life and death. Once upon… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey. Old man wrote into his journal, my secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with me. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading
The song of the Great Lakes. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the… Continue reading
Love words.. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading
April come she will… March days are almost done. Tomorrow is the day for Spring equinox. I am waiting for the warm days to make my spirit of hope to come alive. I… Continue reading
I remember you. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading