Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
79031 In Good Earth — good enough for cotton — brown and green irrigation circles meet at the dusty corner of Main — going east and west — and a farm road going north to nowhere across the flats of horned toads and tumble weed, south to Amherst. One can be Methodist or Baptist — even Catholic — if one prays for rain. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.196] (24.juli.2021) 8 lines free verse For
Earth, Texas - town founder William E. Halsell was so impressed by the area’s fertile soil he wanted to name the town Good Earth, which the post office shortened to Earth. Later edit with alternative line breaks In Good Earth — good enough for cotton — brown and green irrigation circles meet at the dusty corner of Main — going east and west — and a farm road going north to nowhere across the flats of horned toads and tumble weed, south to Amherst. One can be Methodist or Baptist — even Catholic — as long as one prays for rain. |