For a boy I know who wants to be on the first manned mission to Spica. The stars are calling, calling, calling Across the sea of space and time And I am running to where they’re sprawling And I will make them mine! With my rocket wrapped around me And a sail of dust and… Read More Star Voyage
Because cats would grow wings just to mess with us if they could. The cat folds her wings in the garden She drives all the squirrels away Then suns herself without asking for pardon And won’t even come over to play! My brother chases her daily And I offer saucers of milk, But always she… Read More Winged Mischief
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