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Concerning Birds Concerning birds, I wonder whyThey don’t just spread their wings and fly,To far away and bluer skies,Over greener pastures that I surmise,Would make one think that I was wise.To nest on cliffs far above the tides,To nest where ships will pass them by,Or maybe secluded on a mountain highGazing over meadows with a discerning eye.Some friends say, I should not ponder whyBut a dreamer will dream is my reply.Other friends… Read More
“The Hawk” I saw a hawk with wings stretched wide, Floating on currents over mountains high. And as I gazed at his grace I pondered, And in awe I watched and wondered, How does he fly so free? -D. Kelly Andrews © 2020
“Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.” -Bram Stoker Introducing our guest writer for April: K1’s oldest brother, Kevin Andrews (AKA K4). Like K1, Kevin has written many various pieces since childhood, and this piece was written in the 90’s, as a fond memory of the family field before the GM plant moved into Spring Hill, hence Saturn Parkway moved through the… Read More
Wandering Poet Adventures announces their new venture into homemade fudge and candy.
“What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” – William Shakespeare Yes, I know you have all been anticipating the announcement of the two remaining rooster names from the naming contest at the Wilson Family Farm’s Fall Extravaganza! I recognize that the delay has led to many a sleepless night for everyone who dropped a name into the proverbial hat. Oh, the suspense! Oh, the anticipation! … Read More
Fall festival fun at the Wilson Family Farm’s annual pick your own pumpkin patch in Bethesda, Tn.
“Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.” From “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” -T. S. Eliot Taking Time to Smell the Roses I enjoy finding places where it seems that “time” stands still. Of course, I am keenly aware that we are constantly moving forward to our final… Read More
“So, I’m packing my bags for the Misty MountainsWhere the spirits go nowOver the hills where the spirits fly…” -Robert Plant K2 and I both love the mountains. There is something about being in places that rose into existence from the depths of the Earth long before my birth, surrounded by trees that were standing when my Great Grandfather was still walking this land, wading up streams to waterfalls that were born… Read More
“You may delay, but time will not.” -Benjamin Franklin The Lay of the Land My grandfather’s farm was a sacred place to me. The long gravel driveway stretched up the hill to the old white farmhouse, surrounded by a white picket fence in the front yard, and acres to roam in the back. It was a dairy farm off of Kedron Road in Spring Hill, Tn. It was one of many in… Read More
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