Footprints In Moss

A place I love to be Is the wild forgotten forest Where the trees grow thick And the sunlight is dappled. Leaves whisper all about And a certain silence, That you find nowhere else,

Making plans for a free festival

Diary entry, planning our trip to Free Windsor Festival 1972.

A Safari of Desire (original poem)

leafy trees understanding Nature’s need for privacy.

Yummy

I feel like a blueberry muffin

Return to sender

The one thing he didn’t consider, was that I cannot die.
Gold cherry

One-Eyed Witness

Marie Colvin 1956 – 2012. There are two sides to every story...

www.cynics.com

I bought a domain name the other day; www.cynics.com ...

The Specter of Love - The dark side of love

"Do you know what its like to lie in wait for someone? To settle yourself in the cold drizzle of winter, controlling the shivers, quiet, the gun by your side?

The Victory Of Love

Little did I know that love had changed my heart; that love had come creeping, quietly as time, to plant new heart and make new man of me. Love, like a tempest but soft as breezes blow;

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