There’s a clearing in the upper field
Where I played when I was young
Struggling to climb the tallest pine
And gaze down from the sun.
While every tree is sacred to me
For show and shade and such
There will never be another tree
That I’ll enjoy that much.
How long before they reach that line –
And my tree becomes a piece [...]
Archive for August, 2008
Save THAT Tree!
Posted in Poetry on August 29, 2008 | 7 Comments »
Magic Gardens
Posted in Poetry on August 28, 2008 | 3 Comments »
There is nothing more alluring
Than the surge of magic flowing
Through a garden not forgotten
Where the flowers just keep growing.
Returning to the fertile fields
Where hardy seeds, first planted
Reveal the power nature wields
As poof! Your wish is granted.
Word Catalyst Chapbook Available
Posted in Entertainment, Other, tagged Word Catalyst chapbook on August 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Word Catalyst limited edition printed anthology featuring selections
from our first year of online publishing is still available.
If you would like a copy, click on the cover below
to place your order before they’re gone
The 48 page booklet includes stories, essays and poetry from
29 Word Catalyst writers and cover art by one of our featured artists.
Shade
Posted in Poetry on August 20, 2008 | 10 Comments »
This peaceful morning finds me in the shade
admiring what Mother Nature’s made
The blossoms in the corner of the bed
compete to catch my eye and turn my head
The drops from evening’s rain cling to the stem
and wait for light to come and rescue them
With work to do and plans that must be made
I long to linger [...]
Which Grass?
Posted in Poetry on August 13, 2008 | 8 Comments »
Which grass is witch grass
And which grass is not
And how is a grower to know it?
With witch grass that’s growing
and that which is not
I don’t care which is witch
I just mow it!
Unconditional Love
Posted in Poetry, tagged daughters, Poetry, unconditional love on August 8, 2008 | 4 Comments »
To My Beautiful Daughter
You are sunshine
When my days are blue
A song when my heart is sad
A giggle when life gets too serious
A hug when I’m feeling bad
A dream when reality crowds my world
A friend when I need you to be
My beautiful daughter, my baby girl
You will always be precious to me.


