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A sky of the bluest blue, cannot be whole without clouds of white, underlined with shadows and darker, richer whites; these accent the...

Across this modern fence, Lays the tall grass and sunshine, and motley growth Of yesterday, not mown, Littered with limbs, and Spiny...

Day in. Day out. The water flows toward us, as we take in the beauty of the earth. Day in. Day out. If we are there, it runs down in...

The barn stands like a silent watchman, the hat pulled down tight, the shoes of stone as hard as the day they were set, the coat was...

The merciful waters come up from below, and bubble and rock down the earth, cutting its width from the soil, and making its spindly run,...

This tiny thing, in giraffe print jammies, Can hold my hand so tight, As much as thirteen months will allow, Your fingers wrapped at...

The blooms of red, Locust sing in full delight, August sun has come in, September temperatures prevail, The glory of it all, The birds,...

The days fog is dragging the ground, from cooler days than we can remember, the tree is bare of its coat, Across the ground so brown,...

Watch closely ….keep your eyes open…. Look into my eyes…..look, look…and you will see…..closer, yes closer, watch with wonder, watch with...

It was kind of one of those things that you had to experience to really understand how it all worked. It worked because of who was there...

Offer up your thanks when the truth seems hidden, Watch for reality when night falls and darkness presides, Capture thoughts, as the sun...

These flowers stand, toward the west, milking so gently the afternoon sun, It reflects the time and winters past, with bright colors of...

Play the keeper of the garden, Maybe just the water still, They could be gone a week or two, It must be wet, this heat so high, On all...

My heart is broken, my soul a mess, When time is moving by so fast, When gray hair covers this balding head, Each bent limb, another...

Born in southwest Oklahoma. Her mother died when she was 3, she was orphaned at 8, married at 16, pulled cotton, a baker, a Navy wife,...

The barn has mighty feet, built by those of the thirties, Blocks of made-up stones pulls around the outside each placed one at a time,...

Liberty School, on the hill looks down, upon the town itself, or perhaps, the town looks upward at the school. The building is old, the...

These hot days, when a man walks out of the house to begin his day as the sun breaks the hill, streams of morning sweat begin to run,...

Elsa made her waltzing way, Blasting from south and west, To north and east, and curling Up the eastern coast, rolling The wind in giant...

By chance perhaps a morning walk, a time to think, to listen, to feel the breadth of natures power upon my soul, and find the person who...