Follow me, Little SisterLet's go! Westward ho!Let's find a place to play Where we can stay all dayIn the woods, in the pastureWherever we go, hi-ho, hi-hoHurry up; come faster.Explorin'— outdoorin' Follow me, now;Follow me; Let's go!

I am a rose in the Plain of Sharon, the lily of the valleys. Ca. 2:1White cup with scalloped rimWith a sip of hibiscus teaLeft in your bowl—sweet honeyBee lure, tonight you will curlYour skirts around you,Drop to the dewy grassSo another of your siblingsSleeping on your budded branchHas room to unfurl In glory at the sunrise. 

      The room was full of people. People crowded in chairs at rows of white clothed tables. I sat at the end of one of the center rows, turned sideways in my chair to spoon feed a baby in a highchair.      The room was alive, voices raising and a constant current... Continue Reading →