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“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
“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
Of Christmas and of Christmas Trees I resolve myself to this thought, That it means much more to the heart of the season Than the many gifts that were bought. Of Christmas and of Christmas Trees My heart is sure to state, That we go much further than ribbons and bows And we move forward to some greater fate. Kelly Andrews © 2021 With everything going on with Christmas and New Year’s,… Read More
“They say you can’t make a living on farming… but doing anything else isn’t really living at all.” – Herman Melville An August Afternoon It is one of those sweltering, hot summer afternoons that frequent a Tennessee August. The air is still. Nothing is moving but the black flies, sweat bees, and mosquitoes that seem to relish the heat and are drawn by your perspiration and your inactivity in the stifling heat… Read More
“I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful an endless prospect of magic and wonder.” –Ansel Adams Finding the Words Sometimes, when I sit to write, I can not find the words. How to begin, how to describe what I see or what I feel, how to transfer to paper or screen what it is that moves me to write in the first place, it is a struggle on some days. As I… Read More
“Twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.” –Howard Thurman Between Daylight and Darkness My favorite time of day is the period of steady decline between daylight and darkness. At this time, I like to sit and look westward as the sun slowly inches its way below the horizon. I… Read More
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