Why Take Risks
The field had to flood.
The pair had to trek through woods.
Risk brings blessed beauty.
The field had to flood.
The pair had to trek through woods.
Risk brings blessed beauty.
I’m cross-posting these poems in my CyranoWriter.com creative writing blog.
A couple of years ago (July 2016) my dad said he thought he’d seen a white bird feeding with a bunch of dark (purple) grackles at a neighbor’s lake-side bird feeder (normally reserved for geese and ducks). Sure enough, when I went out to see, I was able to video this rare albino grackle! One…
The old coon hunter drove his pickup truck out to my place. Ever since I’d told him that Farmer Sims planted field corn in our meadow, he’d been excited about the possibilities of a coon hunt in my corn field. I’d picked up the phone earlier in the evening: “HELLO, BROTHER!” He practically yelled. “Do…
Getting to the root of thistles is a lot like getting to the root of your self-defeating behaviors and negative self-talk. While clearing my garden spot this morning, I had to remove two very large thistles. Thistles are spiky things and they can go through your gloves. The best way I’ve found to remove them…
The Northwest Georgia summer is hot. That doesn’t surprise me. I expected the weight of heat like an oven. What shocks my mind, not my system, is that August on the banks of the West Chickamauga is not as uncomfortable as I remember Wisconsin being. Mid-August growing up in Milwaukee when it was 99 +…
I emersed me in/ woods, hoping to stop dying./ I must bathe more oft.