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The Gift to Sing
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
I softly sing. . . .Read the whole poem here.Posted: Feb 21
Tag Archives: Childhood
The Place Where
A trip back to my place of birth and home for a few decades leads to ruminations on home – what it has been for deep thinkers and poets, and what it is for me. Home is the place where, … Continue reading
Inexhaustibly Optimistic
I smell it before I see it. The scent lures me along the downtown street, like a predator to a hidden watering hole. Reaching the corner, I locate my quarry. Continue reading
It’s Blue. It’s Imported.
Sometimes, what we know changes how we look at things; sometimes how we look at things changes what we know. Continue reading
Spiders, Burnt Feet & Leeches
Starting in the late 1950s, summer vacations found my three siblings and me packed in the back seat of our car, off to find North America without benefit of seatbelts. In marked contrast to our friends who had cottages, we … Continue reading