Poetry

Outside My Window

Outside my window, I Can see the wind blow, trees Swaying to and fro. The sun shines bright outside Where birds take flight or on…

Holiday Spirit

My idea of Holiday Spirit Does not involve lavish decorations. These are demonstrations Of excess wealth, without merit. My idea of Holiday Spirit Does not…

In This Life

In this life, we will know breathless love and joy, and bear witness to incredible sorrow, often more than we can stand. There will be…

My Screen Door

My screen door has a little rust, It is old and sags in the middle you see, The sage in the middle little like me,…

Life’s Journey

Life is a journey couples make On a road traveled together as Partners holding hands Hoping the end never to reach. Copyright © 2021 Wayne…

Thanksgiving

Tomorrow, November 25, 2021, is Thanksgiving Day here in the USA, the day we American’s officially kick off the “Holiday Season”. From tomorrow until New…

Friends

Friends are gifts, extremely Rare and hard to find, Inspiring you with new ideas, Encouraging you when you struggle, Never wanting to hurt you, going…

In drear nighted December

In drear nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity— The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through…

The Lost Lagoon

Emily Pauline Johnson, who also published under her Mohawk name Tekahionwake, was born on March 10, 1861 on the Six Nations Reserve, Canada West.
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