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7 - HairA Chapter by livspenThe question of her return People call it aresurrection, Gregory. was now clear and burning boldly on his brain. These dreams had never been so .. |
WoodlandA Poem by NatashaMonostitch poem:: single line composed of 6-12 syllables,one form of metaphor or personification needs to be included, and has to be a complete senten.. |
SilvicultrixA Poem by Midge MarieI belong to the forest, I belong to the wind and the trees. I belong to the stars and the moonlit sky. Oh, how I have missed the wood.. |
Initial ThoughtsA Chapter by Frank RogersThis is just an early start. I'm creaky and I need oil! |
The story within the little hollow treeA Story by silverfoxEnjoy reading my amusing Tolkien and Beatrix Potter mix up! |
That Gentle WildernessA Poem by elysianThe sighing winds had lulled me here;The waltzing boughs, too, had fallen for its charm;The ivy, the ferns, the alders and the birches;The quivering h.. |
The Heron of the Kish and Other StoriesA Book by DaughterNatureA book of essays written by a displaced naturalist. This was originally going to be called "Any Path Will Do," but that sounded a little too fatalisti.. |
FreezerA Chapter by DaughterNatureThis might sound a little harsh, but every word is true, taken from real-life experience and observations. |
UPON MY FLESH 1962A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL BY A POND IN WOODLAND IN 1962 |
HikeA Poem by james l navasLeft, Right, Left, Right, Left,Struggle:Up the hill.through the valley.into the forestthrough the riverout, of the forest.Stride;Right Left Right Left.. |
The Majestic HeronA Story by K BagsA short story (approx 900 words) inspired by the first frost. |
A BITTER THORNA Story by Peter RogersonA dancing sprite gets injured... oh dearie me... |
THE MIDNIGHT RAINBOWA Story by Peter RogersonThe innocence of young love can be shattered by the evil of old men. |
MissingA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe kept them locked in a tower,And I’ll let you guess the score,The thirteen women that disappearedTo leave not a sign before.We thought we woul.. |
Cathedral CeilingA Poem by Kathy Van Kurina precious natural room; sky my ceiling, woodland surrounding my fresh place of solitude. |
THE EARTHEN MOUNDA Story by Peter RogersonAn old woman with memories... |