The Shield Over the castle fireplace lays a sturdy but mangled shield The shield is worn, cracked, and scarred Its planks so warped, they look like handholds The wood shield
Category: Poetry
Small circular stars sit and twinkle in the sky; thinking, blinking. The small white sun grows brilliantly turning and growing in the atmosphere red and orange. Visions of arrant ruby
Beyond the Mirror During your time on this planet, while participating in this earth school Remember the days when you looked in the mirror not knowing your own face. You
Taking a simple walk The smell of sand and rocks Uneven terrain, cracked pavement, trampled grass Why walk when you can run? Why run when you can fly? But don’t