The right wing and the left Are pitted so fiercely against each other It’s scarin’ me half to death, Some talking civil war, others revolution– Politics is for the birds: An eagle needs two wings to fly, there’s Too much tweetin’ goin’ on!
Water is always moving in mountains and men They rise in time and fall, but water never ends. August sun on a dry trail, the chilled voice Of snow-melt in a rocky ravine sweetly calls To the cup of my hand… I dip and drink, I am a living stream. Photos & Poem by Rayn Roberts […]
In Circles a dusty farm boy a small white dog turn every corner of a small corn field chasing the lone crow In Circles