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A Little Adult Poem

when the mind is busythe wind blows the treeswhen the mind is stillthe trees dance

A Little Adult Poem

when the mind is busythe wind blows the treeswhen the mind is stillthe trees dance

Smithies of Our Soul (Poem for my 80th Birthday)

When I sat in Mother’s lapLittle Toot was anchoredsnug in the day sweet bay What I was taught was true as a cow’s mooor the keystone in an arcand as...

Smithies of Our Soul (Poem for my 80th Birthday)

When I sat in Mother’s lapLittle Toot was anchoredsnug in the day sweet bay What I was taught was true as a cow’s mooor the keystone in an arcand as...

Poems - Wonder of a Tree

How can it bethat great oak treegrows so silentlyoutside my windowand inside of meThough its will seems to be stillyet in its stillness it dancesinside of meisn't that the wonderof...

Poems - Wonder of a Tree

How can it bethat great oak treegrows so silentlyoutside my windowand inside of meThough its will seems to be stillyet in its stillness it dancesinside of meisn't that the wonderof...

Poems - Education For Creation's Choir

In the beginning was the wordand the word was to create To create a universe,One song of unfolding beauty –Beauty to enjoyto ponderto wonder aboutBeauty to celebrate Scientists say the...

Poems - Education For Creation's Choir

In the beginning was the wordand the word was to create To create a universe,One song of unfolding beauty –Beauty to enjoyto ponderto wonder aboutBeauty to celebrate Scientists say the...

Poems - Hogan Home

Is poetry the heartbeatthe flashing spearpoint the burning black obsidian the sound shaped into turning, burning earth holy and hollow clay shaped by mud smeared handsand fingers of fire Womb...

Poems - Hogan Home

Is poetry the heartbeatthe flashing spearpoint the burning black obsidian the sound shaped into turning, burning earth holy and hollow clay shaped by mud smeared handsand fingers of fire Womb...

Poems - First Heartbeats

Oh beautiful earth spinningfaster than hunting cheetahhow do you gift me and great forest treesthe freedom to be still as resplendent lakedressed in silent moon beamssoon to greet dawn’s first...

Poems - First Heartbeats

Oh beautiful earth spinningfaster than hunting cheetahhow do you gift me and great forest treesthe freedom to be still as resplendent lakedressed in silent moon beamssoon to greet dawn’s first...