The Prairie Speaks By Elece Hollis The prairie speaks in color. Oh so quiet sound; Sweet and soft––to the point Always most profound. The prairie speaks in texture, Rough and rustling grass She speaks in ribs, in lines, in points She touches all who pass. The prairie speaks in light somehow; Finds just the words... Continue Reading →
Working
The best kind of play contains an element of work, and the most productive kind of work must include something of the spirit of play.Sydney J. HarrisWorkingBy Elece Hollis His work is never done. From dawn to setting sunThe bee works––never shirks his dutyVisiting beauty He carries it to others.Our work should be so grand!From dawn till darkness fills the... Continue Reading →
Blue is Not
In wonder-workings or some bush aflame, Men look for God and fancy him concealed; But in earth's common things he stands revealed While grass and flowers and stars spell out his name. Minot Judson Savage Blue is Not By Elece Hollis Blue is not a flower color normally. Blue is the ocean on... Continue Reading →