Letting Life Lead
YeahWrite.Me tritina with the theme “myths”
How Rains Came
Once afar, in a land away, cattle
lowed and grunted and bellowed deep in a Summer
haze that caused the plains to weep.
O how the sky refused to weep
upon the parched, brown land — drying the cattle
in the long, endlessness of Summer.
The herder girl despaired all that thirsty Summer,
until the day when she sat to weep
a thousand days for the brittle earth and dying cattle.
Long grew the grass and plump grew the cattle in the fat rains of Summer from a girl’s undying weep.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper