A meeting of worlds. There’s more to the story than found here, if it tells me, I’ll pass it along. In my dreams I carry fire with me. When the dreams get dark it helps me to see. It keeps away the dark and the fierce And lets me every terror to pierce. Yet things… Read More Dreams of Fire and Ice
A bit of fun and how brothers can get a touch protective. There is a dragon in the garden I have often heard him roar He rumbles at the creek bed When rain begins to pour. He lurks up in the willow. He sneaks through rose and briar He comes to the kitchens And lurks… Read More Dragon in the Garden
Because I needed something worth writing in sparkly gold ink that I got for Christmas. And the Chinchilla of Hope is a common thing in an online community that I participate in. (Yes, some poems come from silly places.) I hope you like it, and that it sparkles enough without the ink. Bright dance the… Read More Chinchilla of Hope
Being a veteran, and this being veteran’s day I should do something veteran related. So what comes to mind? Gryphons in Scottland from the perspective of a child of indeterminant age. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. The Gryphons play in Aberdeen Where such creatures are rarely seen Amid castles, steeples,… Read More Glimpses of Gryphons
Because books are doors to magic. There is a place that I can go Where I can make the summer snow. I can make the winter bright And make the sunshine in the night. There is a place that I can hide While the bigger boys play out side. There I can be as strong… Read More Book Hoard