The Storyteller - Poetic Expressions Part One

Saturday, August 20, 2005


A yellow rose lay on the snow - its story yet for me to know - a mystery to unfold Was it dropped by careless hands or a grieving soul who could no longer grasp? Was it one of many just left behind? Perhaps fallen in the midst of a lovers’ kiss? Its petals still fresh and soft have not rested in this place too long So I looked about to see the one who left it simply lying on the snow But no one could be seen and silence drowned my quest Even footprints left no trace to tell the story of this... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 14, 2005


Tribute to the Mississippi River... Sweeping ‘round curves of grassy banks, her waters rush pow’rf’lly toward the sea, winding in and out between the cotton fields and sugar cane with children gathered tastin’ treats so sweet right from the stalk as she continues on her merry way, turnin’ a river boat’s paddle round and round. An’ I can almost hear Huck Finn callin’ to Tom Sawyer for a hand as he struggles to get loose from the grasp of a river boat hand while they live their great adventure Sam... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 22, 2005


All Aboard! The call was heard! The whistle blew! My breath held in pause with awe - excitement rising with the bright, warm sun. The mountain air clean, crisp and cool as the big, black engine began to roar and old, metal wheels slowly started to turn pulling bright, yellow cars, trailing behind, over wooden tracks laid in secret so long ago by men who boldly dreamed it could be done daring to conquer the untamed wild. Smells of the steam engine and cedar, mixed with the scents of flowers... Sign in to see full entry.


Darkness engulfs the shadows of life unseen just before dawn - Motionless - gasping with anticipation, the first flutter of light, to subdue night’s pow’r won without challenge, held without fight before the earliest gleam is exposed revealing outlines of terrain soon disclosed A faint blue-white sheen fills the sky giving first glimpse of what is to come as squirrels and chipmunks rise to attention then scurry away to places unknown hidden from sight while birds sing a sweet, heavenly tune -... Sign in to see full entry.


You are now entering the timeless experience of my world of poetic storytelling. Prepare yourself for a journey through the Grand Canyon at sunrise, a train ride through the mountains of Colorado, and a trip along the Mississippi River. Then, settle in for the mystery of a lone yellow rose, dreams of Autumn and adventure in the African wild. Afterwards, a little hint of romance and a venture into my world of whimsy and fantasy. So, grab a cup of coffee - or whatever may suit your fancy - and... Sign in to see full entry.

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