Why do these summaries have to be so long? This is longer than the poem. Why do I have to add a "section"? What is a section? can I close it? Now what do I do with my poem?
You may or may not know about this plant that can be used as soap, but it's easy to grow. It only needs a damp and sunny spot.
The second week in January has been sort of rough in southeast Louisiana. We are water and that is what we are! Lakes, rivers, streams, canals, creeks, the Gulf, and the list goes on. Add a week of rain non-stop and everything becomes soaked, even you, if you live here that is.
Some information on Newts in relation to my little trip out into the fields in search of these adorable little amphibians.
Meadows rich with green grass, little wild flowers softly sway, On a small wind drifting gently past on this late summer’s day,
This is about the glorious English countryside...the flowers and fruit that grow so profusely there..gifts of Mother Nature bestowed in such a loving way. And Robin Hood if he only would return......
There is a place I used to go, to contemplate upon the nature of the land. A place that has two log cabins, hidden bridges and trails that can lead you into the heart of the wooded hills above the nature walks they have available. Almost a fairy tale land where wild animals will actua...
Hope is a wise hermit and lives deep in the woods. He talks of many things his knowledge is deep and his understanding is deeper, but he stays away from most people he dosn't like their greed and their gift of ruining things.
It would seem that to achieve true Peace , there often seems a time of war or trouble that precedes it ......
An old man imprisoned by winter thinks that the winters are full of gloom.
So many of us when we were young wished ourselves older so we could do all that grownups did.....and then we grew up and wished we could be young again...such convoluted thinking on our parts!!! this piece looks at all this...enjoy
Walking through a summer country side. The beauty is amazing
Rain rolls in a mentated stream, bedewed are the faces of dark, (A sentimental poem about rain.)
Newfoundland’s Like Ireland To Me, Fictious poem comparing Ireland to Newfoundland , and the various similarities
A brief guide to Kingfisher watching, featuring tips for successful searching.
I recently visited this lovely garden, and would like to share my experience with you.
I wanted to write an enchanting poem. Then without any inspiration, somehow I tried to put down some words. And I spun them into this free verse which I felt was thrilling. I don't know how you feel about it. I have given two different formats to the same poem. I think they give a ...
As the Poet begins to write one of his very first poems. He begins to witness the fallen angel's, that Donald saw fall from Heaven, and then their encasement into the City of Atlantis, by God's Holy Spirit. As seen through the eyes of the Angel Donald, when at first it was seen and wi...