Where grass and sky dance       Wind slips through barbed wire fences                     Whistles through creaking barn walls          Whips thistles dry and sends them flying         Waits in the afternoon heat         Wanders through the evening's cool ... Continue Reading →

Doves of steel canNever fly around the globeThe earth and skyNor will I ever hear one singLife is such a fragile thing.The loveliest thing A man can make,Can sculpt or paint, designOnly faintly imitatesThe wonders that my God creates.

Fragile flowersStruggle to pass throughWinter's blanket of brownStretching on tiptoePressing, persevering throughTo spring's cold skyPromise