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Passion Ascent A wind whispersd into my ear, With a gentle
Passion Ascent A wind whispersd into my ear, With a gentle grace of softness. Its currents echoed to me without fear, A touch so warm graced by tnder...

Steady as She Goes It is getting time for a journey forth with
Steady as She Goes It is getting time for a journey forth with the winds filling my sails. The bowsprit cleaving the briny seas and meeting the rush...

Footsteps are silent upon the freshly fallen snow. A shadowy sun
Footsteps are silent upon the freshly fallen snow. A shadowy sun peeks through an almost clear sky, its rays difused but it still melts what the night...

This post is a mite different than most. Its about music and the
This post is a mite different than most. Its about music and the artists who made them great. I grew up in the late 50s and 60s on Country and even Po...

This is the work that started my writing 4 decades ago. It was
This is the work that started my writing 4 decades ago. It was written on a piece of an old piggly wiggly bag looking out over a vista from near my ho...

From a high sandstone ridge at sunrise I saw the ramparts of Bryce
From a high sandstone ridge at sunrise I saw the ramparts of Bryce Canyon many years ago. Its colors captivated an early morning sunrise. It was like ...

Rubins Letter I remember as a child an old log cabin Nestled
Rubins Letter I remember as a child an old log cabin Nestled in a glade back in the pines; The old man that lived there was named Rubin He was my fri...