Poem: The Moving Tide

On the golden sands of the wide beach, and on the soft dirt of the little bay, ~ the tide rises and the tide falls, in its very own special way. ~ Using the moon as its magnet, up on the land the waves come and lay, ~ and then back once more into the … Continue reading Poem: The Moving Tide

Poem: Groggy Forest

The branches move and sway. A squirrel comes out to play. ~ The sun begins to rise without a sound. The light plays out onto the ground. ~ The birds rise and begin to sing. Foxes come out and see the beautiful spring. ~ The breeze brings the mice out of their home. They chatter … Continue reading Poem: Groggy Forest