Pando

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Treasures of solitude and fortunes of calm, Are buried there for us to find, Amongst the fluttering leaves of the aspen grove. . . Advertisements

Beach Comets

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I had watched a dozen comets … Slowly creep across the beach, As each one signed its sweeping flourish, In the guest book of the sea.

Mogollon

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The cool high country above, The burning deserts below, A precipice where dreams can begin, Or where they might just come true.

Sonoran Spring

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In the Sonoran Desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

Hailey

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Our baby girl…one of the most beautiful miracles in life, One of the greatest joys Grandparents can ever know, and one of the reasons why there is a little extra sunshine, laughter and… Continue reading

Sausalito

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We should move to Sausalito, Living’s easy on a house boat, Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep, And in the morning when the sun rise, Look in the water… Continue reading