Peace
"A man cannot burn down his neighbor's tepee if he watches the sunset each evening" - Native American Proverb - Tribe unknown.






Life is good: A beer in hand, coyotes howling, the mist rolling in from the river, Emma babbling inside the house, and the view from my back porch. "Almost heaven, West Virginia"...I bet those lyrics would be different had John Denver visited 'La Belle Province'.
And finally, the change of the season is about to begin and very welcomed by me.
Summer’s Promise
Purple clover and greenest grass;
summer’s promise she shall not pass.
Endless evening, the swallows fly;
summer’s beauty, an orange sky.
Berries ripe for bird and hand;
summer’s bounty from the land.
The smell of pine wet with dew;
summer’s promise she isn’t through.
Tattooed fingers, blackberry stain;
summer’s cleansing: a gentle rain.
Hay on the wagon, in the field;
summer’s pride, a modest yield.
A kiss of colour in the trees;
summer wonders at what she sees.
A frosty morning while she slept;
summer’s promise cannot be kept.






Life is good: A beer in hand, coyotes howling, the mist rolling in from the river, Emma babbling inside the house, and the view from my back porch. "Almost heaven, West Virginia"...I bet those lyrics would be different had John Denver visited 'La Belle Province'.
And finally, the change of the season is about to begin and very welcomed by me.
Summer’s Promise
Purple clover and greenest grass;
summer’s promise she shall not pass.
Endless evening, the swallows fly;
summer’s beauty, an orange sky.
Berries ripe for bird and hand;
summer’s bounty from the land.
The smell of pine wet with dew;
summer’s promise she isn’t through.
Tattooed fingers, blackberry stain;
summer’s cleansing: a gentle rain.
Hay on the wagon, in the field;
summer’s pride, a modest yield.
A kiss of colour in the trees;
summer wonders at what she sees.
A frosty morning while she slept;
summer’s promise cannot be kept.


