Poetry

The blood in my veins pulses richly with songMy ancestors walked here – it`s where I belongThe valleys rise skyward to tumps cast in cloudThe breeze brings your voices – so booming, so proud Forefathers echo, still here, yet long passedPatriots passionate true to the lastYour loyalty weaved in the folds of this hillIn all…

Wise and Steady The apple tree, in its winter cycle Sunlight pale yet still determined, casts its creamy glow This will be your place always I see you rest your hand against the aged trunk You stoop and rescue a discarded branch counting the rings of the stricken limb. Ice-blue eyes aglow with joyful understanding…