Bird (awaiting translation)

I’m a bit of a bird watcher, so whenever I hear calls or songs that are unfamiliar, from birds on their migration routes, I’m instantly intrigued! The other day I heard such a song, but never was able to catch a glimpse of the singer. So they, and where they came from, were a mysteryContinue reading “Bird (awaiting translation)”

Grandmother Oak

I cannot live where there are no trees. I’m fortunate to be in a city that is full of trees. One day I intend live in a rural area, but today I am a city dweller, in the “City of Trees” – Indianapolis. This is a children’s poem about an old Oak that stood alongContinue reading “Grandmother Oak”