Saturday, February 4, 2012

Garden by Roger Martin

My raised beds must wonder
why their old gardener
hobbles by the rusting fence
and gate
with cane at the ready,
painfully aware of
last years crop
of native weeds
and his aching joints,
wearing a wistful smile.

Don't forget to feed the birds.

Downy Woodpecker

Monday, January 30, 2012

Finding the time to sit down and write, spontaneously.

I think I'm going to find it hard, at least at first, to sit down and write off the top of my head. And with me being a one-handed, one-fingered typist(sp), this will for sure add to the challenge. The guy/gal who wrote the Bible most likely had the same difficulty. "What the heck? What's that supposed to mean?", exclaimed by my 12 yr. old daughter, Sophie. I guess thats it for now. Critics...