The morning looks like an Ansel Adams photograph
The beat of the music shakes the car
A vortex of wind
Like a lover’s hand in my hair
I want to stay here-
Follow the open road
Lose myself in the music
While taking a walk in the park with the family on mother’s day, we chanced to pass a park bench. On this bench were flowers and a card- a loving tribute to a mother; gone but not forgotten.
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A Woman After His Heart * Likes are nice, Comments are better
Notes on Seeing, Reading & Writing, Living & Loving in The North
Hunchedbacked Ramblings of a Quasi Disgruntled Hopeless Romantic
Sports, games, movies, music and other things.
Reviewing a good book every week. Updates on Thursdays.
Once more you hover near me, forms and faces Seen long ago with troubled youthful gaze. And shall I this time hold you, limn the traces, Fugitive still, of those enchanted days? You closer press: then take your powers and places, Command me, rising from the murk and haze; Deep stirs my heart, awakened, touched to song, As from a spell that flashes from your throng. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, "Faust, Part I"
Poems, stories, and photographs -- old and new -- by Steve Dewey
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
Poetry, Art and Music
Otherwise the night is too dark
الوَجْه الآخَر لِلقمر
Technology in Education
When will we ever learn?: Common sense and nonsense about today's public schools in America.
Percussion Resources For All Learners
Because well behaved women seldom make history!
All the Halloween You Can Handle
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