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Beachcomber Island
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An island is a moated asylum, a refuge, offering strategic retreat from the strife. Its isolation offers time and space away from the turmoil of the mainland. The lack of electricity and phones, running water and amenities gets folks back to the fundamentals. Winters in Lake Huron with sounds of expanding ice are conducive for thought and reflection on life itself. The warmth of bucking beaver trimmed logs doubles the warmth of the sheet metal stove. The freshest water ever is available with a hole in the ice.
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Love Proof
It isn't so much the act of loveas the fact of love,and the pact of love,Or more likely the tact of loveThat counts.It's not the making of lovenor the taking of lovemight even be the forsaking of loveIs the lastingest loveThe love that really amounts...
What Is A Blueberry?
A blueberry is a well rounded fruitIt ripens when most neededIt takes hold in rough terrainWhere things are rockyA blueberry is most nourishingIt is small yet multiplies its presenceTo sweeten life unsacharinelyIt is ever ripening with new possibilit...
Liturgy
A stiff cowled Cardinal,Cape red against the snow,Its namesake emulates,Aloof like, eyes aglow.A Jay bird, miter blue,Heads turn when he comes,His crosier swinging true.He scatters round the crumbs.A Tufted Titmouse shy,Like poverty portrayed.A Nutha...
Silence
Silence is golden but gold is dead.Sound is alive and should be so.Silence say some cause it's all been said.Quiet has hands that wring with woe.Graveyards are silent, tell only what's told.Life is alert for song that's new.Fresh thought yet abounds ...
In-house and Outhouse
There the sonic piped powder room,Aerosprayed and disinfected,Comfort conscious, Esquire faces groom.Telephoned and sheik injected.Then the lonely wind swept outhouse,Listing some and weather beaten.Sound effects like Loons and Ruffed Grouse.Thoughtf...
Snow Stories
I paged a book this morning,Printed on fresh fallen snow.Each step a new tale borning,Big racked bucks and white tailed doe.I trailed a fox a hunting,Saw him dine on pheasant too.A rabbit moonlight stunting.Snow told where partridge flew.The fingered...
