Silence by Blanche Day Manos A soft and drowsy, downy day, the sky is furry, blurry gray; No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped with frozen lace, the meadow is an arctic place; And house and barn, with wintry grace Wear thatches.
Aug 8, 2024
Summer Cat
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A cat knows how to make the most of any season and, in particular, summer.
Mar 12, 2024
The World Around Us
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I opened my old, tattered three-ring notebook where I’ve stuffed a lot of past writing sales and found these two poems. Both were written a long time ago to two different Christian children’s magazines of widely differing beliefs. But, you know what? Both magazines’ editors liked poems. Poetry and stories sort of bring us all […]
Feb 25, 2024
Of Poe and Poetry
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Sometimes, I think of them–those teachers who tried to instill a love of learning in the heads of high school students several decades ago. I remember many of them; in particular, the English teachers. Two teachers come to mind. Mrs. Duncan taught English to the third year students at Central High. She was a no-nonsense, […]
