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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
“Progress” The gate is open into a field of grass. The sun sinks low as the day goes past Into the twilight of a looking glass. And the cattle are grazing on the hill. In the valley the stream runs true Carving the land as it meanders through Over the horizon goes the water blue. And the cattle are grazing on the hill. Crickets serenade the new twilight Across the land goes… Read More
Wandering Poet Adventures announces their new venture into homemade fudge and candy.
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
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