
spring floods have ended–
now summer floods of sunshine
are upon the fields
–photo by me

spring floods have ended–
now summer floods of sunshine
are upon the fields
–photo by me

I’m out here at my friend’s farm today to check up on Lil Blue Eyes, the orphaned fawn. Shes seems to be doing quite well indeed, and it’s sweet, the way she follows Stephanie around like she’s her mom. She gives her little smooches in appreciation, and I can’t help but think of the words Jesus spoke:
“…I was hungry, and you gave me food;
I was thirsty, and you gave me drink;
I was a stranger, and you took me in;
I was sick, and you cared for me…”
I must admit that those words seem so far away from our nation’s current direction. They’re fading away, becoming abstract, unreal. But at least, here, right now, they’re real.
–Photo by me
We may never know why the chicken crossed the road, but here’s a few possible motives for some other animals:




Though they each cross the road for different reasons and with different modes of locomotion, they all have one common goal in mind: to get to the other side without encountering man. Could that go for chickens, too?
–Photos by aaron and me

the dark storms in life
occasionally bring us
a beauty unseen
–photo by me




–photos by me

wildflowers show the way
like the innumerable stars
that illuminate the dark
dusty lanes of the galaxy
–photo by me

to me, an antique
is not merely old,
but truly unique
and may even hold
an air of mystique
more precious
than gold
–photo by me

when mother goose had her first brood,
a rift in her marriage ensued:
her high steppin’ gander
began to philander
whenever he felt in the mood
–photo by me

writers’ minds
may hold the small seeds
of some great
ideas
and yet, they may find themselves
waiting for the wind
–photo by me
there are meadows
in the forests
ever shrouded
by the trees,
where daisies
dance with fairies
when there’s magic
in the breeze;
where elves and imps
and pixies too
come from
everywhere
to dance among
the flowers
when there’s magic
in the air