look at the sun, right there going down over the hill at the edge of the ocean the same as it did that day when I smelled summer flowers for the very first time standing where birds sang, but not for food to tell us how beautiful it was and we should watch I remember the forest too, from which we had come the trees, and... how they didn't want us to leave knowing we didn't want to go by surrounding us with their scent of evergreen everywhere we picked tiny needles from the fascicles along the way as we ducked their branches and cracked a few of them that had fallen down was the best we could do to hang in that moment still staying the course on the boggy trail toward civilization from our childish play from our childlike adventures lazy strides at first until we got to the grassy knoll then we had to go a little faster than we were for soon someone would be calling for us their voice getting higher and louder blaring against the hillside in warning because the dark was coming to capture small boys although, by now, we would have reached the field as we timed it, with enough light to guide us past the old the dog who was deaf and blind over a thatch fence that gave tiny hands splinters if you were not careful ten year old friends breaking off in their own directions until they reach their paths to home tired for bed, ready for dreams of doing it all again tomorrow... and the day after... ...and the day after that just before the summer sun disappears
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In this episode, I’m out for a walk after a long week of battling a cold or maybe the flu. And, to make things worse, my little island is on fire. So, join me for an update and a little reminiscing to raise some of our spirits. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
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In this episode, I’m out on a stroll in the beautiful beginning of August. Saying “Good Morning” to all my neighbours, and tossing a subtle nod hello to those folks I don’t know, hoping to exchange smiles in passing. I also discuss how letting go of hurt and pain can have a healing effect. And, as always, I throw in a poem, no wait…two poems for good measure.
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In this episode, I’m out in between the seconds of a beautiful sunny morning, getting triggered by the reminiscence of summer. A warm breeze, the smell of freshly cut grass, and a scent of the salt ocean. And, as always, I throw in a poem, no wait…two poems for good measure.
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In this episode, I’m walking on some early Saturday sunshine chatting about the end of summer. I speak a bit about how this time of year has a feel to it and how many of us are scrambling to do all things summer in the final weeks of August. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Earth To Ash 