Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
A Cold Night
A warm blanket
pulled tight to my chin
is comfort enough
when the winds blow cold
through a midnight storm.
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Drivin’ Upta Greenville
Drivin’ upta Greenville,
Moosehead Lake, up the road
a-piece, Route 6 through
Shirley, from where I live;
Vacationland, Pis-county’s
wild town, Greenville is,
a treat just to get they-uh.
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