When daytime peeks through the clouds, and the sun shines brightly in the moment, The cold of morning is deep enough to chill the wind...

“So you see Small Tree, we are out here on the plains, where we, I’m sorry, where I can see for miles and miles, and keep tabs over this...

Kept in beauty and uniform, the standard officers apparel, but that rank above the others, can watch and keep track of all that should...

The beauty of a sunrise, it’s colors so many, it’s brightness growing in the sky, raising itself up and before you, to brighten the...

The trees are peeled back of any leaves, Their branches, showing signs of age, But they in their brutal curves and turns, Can only look...

The warmth of the day is apparent, As we walk this piece of ground, We can see the magnificence of your work, We can feel you here, as if...

The boat. It is without belief; come along and see the lake, see the river, come along and ride with me. My windows may be broken, my...

The beams are large and semi-round, And off-white as the tree allowed. The wood up on the sides of the walls Offset the color of the...

This morning is covered with the blanket of cold, wet works, of February, dripping and freezing each drop. The grass and long growth are...