Dance of the Water Striders – A Monotetra

we roamed aside the tow’ring hill nearby a lake, whereby we’d fill our canteens up and to their fill. drink in the chill; drink in the chill. we’d sit along the riverside and watch the water striders glide, entranced, intrigued and mystified. minds wand’ring wide; minds wand’ring wide.

Pioneer Spirits

pioneer spirits take to the plains once more – you’ve stood your ground too long – seek out new unexplored avenues scale hills and mountaintops gaze upon a world spread out before you taste the unknown fruits of exploration toss aside the compass of expectation pursue the stars of your constellation let your prairie soul…

Life on the Low Road

old man spoke with tears in his eyes telling tales of better days about seasons which bled into each other like paint how colors seemed to fade a little each passing year – he remembered his childhood home how he left it went to new york one eve on a departing train refusing to look…