The Loon’s Cry
Outside the tent
Darkness and giant trees swaying in the wind.
The lake is moaning in it’s troubled sleep.
And far across the lazy lapping waves,
Above the crooning of the wind,
I hear a wild loon crying,
Like a weary soul alone in the dark water. Continue reading
Sitting by the fire
It pops and crackles
Snapping like a crispy cracker
And pop makes my heart stop
Makes me want to burst into flames
A burning pain
In my soul Continue reading
Do you see them he says to me
No Dad, I can’t see them how can that be?
You have to look closer then you will see
The flickering fire bugs jumping from the tree
Romancing. Continue reading