“A beautiful sky--a beautiful blue--is a dream come true and a call to peace.” c e hollis A Scroll With God's writing His calligraphy Scrawled across unlined paper. A Book Written with the ink of love He reads to me Morning, noon and night. A Letter From His heaven that lands In my mailbox Addressed... Continue Reading →
Winter Wind on the Prairie
Wind is the voice and the song of the prairie.
Christmas Cactus By Elece Hollis She's called a cactus––but has no spines; She speaks between her graceful lines. She isn't fir or coned´pine. At Christmas time. She isn't Poinsettia bright Not Amaryllis––that's alright! She bows her head––shy––out of sight At Christmas time. She brightens up the room each year; Comes to bring us all good... Continue Reading →