Sunday morning, summer’s end.
Monday morning, school begins.
Last day for carefree wisps of fun.
Sunday evening,
Stomach tightens, anticipating.
A weekly ritual begun.
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Sunday, March 22 – 50 mile ride to San Marcos with Sarah, Dianne & Michelle. There were some very slow-going spots due to a combo of wind and inclines. We finally got to San Marcos about 45 minutes later than planned. Dianne’s hubby Marc was waiting with their son, Alex. http://blog.myskin.com/shop/online-pharmacy-celebrex/ See, I’m not the…
As far back as I can remember, snippets of verse pop into my head. Sometimes I actually write them down (on whatever is handy – grocery receipts, envelopes, iPhone notepad). Sometimes I actually write a complete (“complete”) poem and do something with it. “The Stamp House” came to me on a Saturday morning, and I…
The World is Too Much with Us by William Wordsworth The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The…
Happy first day of Autumn. writing good essays In Texas, that just means we http://viagracanadausa.com/ might notice that the daylight and darkness are exactly equal since we won’t be noticing any lovely leaf changes just yet. In honor of the Fall Equinox, I will post a beloved poem below (by my favorite poet, no less)….
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