by Andrew M. Bowen A kitten breeze frisks through the trees,the sun shines clear and gold;bright colors, skirts above the knees,the autos hum like bees. And I must find a way to say:“Let’s leave in lightning bold,pack up our hearts in summer hayand leave this murky way. “Your eyes inspire my heart with fireand freeze my soul with cold;so let’s Read More
Tag: seashells
Collect
“That’s a conch from Turks and Caicos,” says James. “The red one’s a dried starfish from St. Thomas. Ah, and that one was a hermit crab. We watched it drop this one and move into a new home.” “Wow, James. What a cool bunch of shells.” Elfred puts the conch down. “What made you keep them all?” “Well, most of Read More