Some days it seems we are a feather in the wind We start out somewhere, never knowing our end Can you gather the scattered feather nowLong carried by the wind; I don’t see how We cannot recoup the years flow fastThe newness of the feather can’t last Traveling flight paths no...
On a rainy day, I dream awayBecause I can’t go out and play I’m building a home on a hillside ridgeWith a trail below, across a wooden bridge The burning soft glow of the sun when it risesIt makes me sigh, brings tears to my eyes I look out an opened...
The Navajo woman saw beauty all around. She would weave the beauty she saw growing on the ground. Her Poles staked out and measured to height on the Upright looms with no moving parts to fight Her eyes would slowly look to the subject she undertook Her hands moved to and...
I’m looking at the flowers by the fieldspinning, spinning, trying not to yield The wind isBlowing, blowingThem away It seems like beauty always walks away I’m not sure why it makes me sad at allThe winds are bringing in a colorful fall The leaves always ignite a smile in meThere is magic...
All flowers get their name from someplace. So is the case with the Bouncing Betty Soapwort. Meet Betty to know the influence she had on this fragrant tough little plant. What happened when Betty was bouncing around on the Prairie? Betty left an indelible footprint for pioneering women who would follow...
Traveling down a dusty mileMouth closed, but the edges show a smile She knows what treasures the dusty road holdsHer feet know the way she could travel with a blindfold The air is crisp as she inhales deepThe scent of honeysuckle her memory will keep The sound to her right is...
Sitting quietly in theshadows of the morning, Watching the starsLights as they are blinking No people sounds; most tucked in tightWaiting for the alarm of light A masterpiece in front of meNo paintbrush stroke could ever free The images across this dark skybrings such contentment; it makes me sigh Our Grand...
