Birds screeching, With leaves afloat Trees moving, Bees sucking the nectar, Children hanging around And some couples enjoying the occasion, What a pleasant view! It's so wonderful to be with the nature Where our hearts have the joy And feeling great to be born.
Will Kennedy had an hour to kill before dinner. His family was on their vacation in Sanibel Island, a small seaside town on the southwest coast of Florida. They’ve been coming to Brody’s Bayside Cottages for the past twelve years, enjoying the natural sights and sounds of an unspoiled coastal community. Will, turning thirteen in a month, was eager to try out his new mountain bike, an early birthday present from his parent...
Striated banding brews patch work stripes; not a devil's work of art kissing heavens hues, but brush strokes and swipes; an appealing palette a la carte. Pinks, reds, greys and blues; another new day strikes, spawning a fresh start painted by my muse, removing darkened spikes. Her canvas always warms my heart.
I went to the park today. I had to do something. Laziness was setting in, so I decided to take a walk. The past month or so, I’ve been quite lazy, staying in the house and doing not much. Working quite a bit, right enough, but it isn’t exactly very fruitful. No fruit for me. When I got to the park, I headed to my favourite tree, which I’ve talked about before. It’s a y-shaped one. Some sort of evergreen. When I sat on it,...
Heavens filled with sparkling jewels, to the brim. Moon scarcely visible, newness gracing its rim. Silence invaded with songs piercing the night. Brother Coyote sings and yips with pure delight. Setting the neighbourhood dogs to baying. Does each know, what the other's saying? Owl accompanies, with her distinctive hoots. Creeks calming voice, harmonizing in cahoots. If it weren't so dark, I know my eyes could see. Music n...
Held tightly within winter's chilly grip. From the roof, icicles no longer drip. Catching one's eye, like a crystal chandelier. Beautifully illuminated as sun rays appear. Frosty branches, not even giving a flutter. -20, one would think they should shudder. New snow lays in a fluffy blanket deep. Quiet only fills the air, not even a cheep. Bundled in their roost fluffed into a ball. Sunshine soon to awaken song birds' cal...
Two ravens in the sky, flying wing to wing.Eastward bound, a caw, caw, song they sing. As the pink begins to appear against the blue.A wash of happiness, gracing my face anew. Days dawning brings brilliant expectation.Filling one's heart with warm anticipation. Today being another to live and love.Thankful again, the ground to be above. The wonders of nature, never do get old.Her majesty, always something to behold. Feath...
"Teach your children what we have taught our children - that the Earth is our Mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons and daughters of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know. The Earth does not belong to us, we belong to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood that unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls t...
It's early morning the day before Thanksgiving. There came about 8 more inches of snow overnight. There's almost an expectant hush, like something more than dawn lies over the horizon. Although there's no moon, it's luminous. Starlight shimmers off the heavy drifts, painting broad glowing brushstrokes over sleeping yards. Each bared branch and branchlet draped in layers, white satin evening wraps about to slip off shoulde...
SPRING Our meadowlarks are nesting on the groundAs cattle sniff the breezes by the stream.Above, the sky grows dark as in a dreamAnd flashes skirt horizons all around. The grass will cover prairies with bright green,And big and little bluestem tempt each cow.As tractors move across the plain to plowThe dogs are hunting pheasants still unseen. Some evenings bring the music of the soil,And all the workers know it's time to...
Morning air chilled with the first frost of fall.Exhaled breath hangs on the breeze with a lull. Roofs covered with glowing jewels sparkling. Half moon mid-sky breaks night's darkening. Casting beams of pure joy upon the ground. Voice of an owl carries with a crisp resound. Leaves on the trees will show colors of fire.Fall's beauty before long, we all can admire. Morning sun will rise spreading his warmness.Luna awaits to...
Walking out into a starlit night.My heart is filled with delight. Hearing your call in the dark.Wondrous sound, not at all stark. Searching the shadows I find you.Again hearing, your hoot hoo hoo In the top of a lonesome pine.You are silhouetted like a sign. Against the stars and slivered moon.I listen closely, hearing your croon. Are you speaking to your mate?Belly full of mice you have ate. Or saying, your owlets have f...
Wild wind blows across prairie wide. Jostling everything from side to side. Booming in the distance, thunder rolls. Forked fire across darkened sky scrolls. Upon roofs, falling rain droplets dance. Chanting a symphony, as they prance. Soft lullaby, helping tired minds relax. Transported into dreamland, a parallax. Visions frolic, creating images bona fide. Gently swayed to slumber, my love beside.
An old alpha peers at a winter moon.For lady wolf, his heart does swoon. Longing for days when they pranced.Stalking like shadows they advanced. Their kits safely snuggled in the den. A time nearly lost, way back when. Now having to prowl the forest alone. No longer this alpha sits on his throne. Not having a mate or pack to call his own.Frail and weak, just hair, skin and bone. Reliving days when he was a young pup.Memor...
The Adventure into Nature Begins BIG BLACK Prelude To Clay Pond The story of Clay Pond is more than a legend; its an actual account of the lives of every one who ever lived here. Each creature was important, and no one was superior to any one else. The pond was created by a meteor landing at the site of an artesian well. This pond was spring fed as a result and would never run dry. Lilies began popping up all around the e...
