Sawmill John

Phylicia | August 28, 2007

Oh, tally ho! Sing for the timber!Sing for the logger and the lumberjack strong!Hey, tally hey! Sing of the cinderAnd the axe and the smoke and of Sawmill John!So went the chant of the logger and the settler,The pioneer and peddler, though long have they been gone;Still goes that chant from the lips of men [...]

Wind In the Valley

Phylicia | August 28, 2007

Wind in the valley, blow onward, blow;Kiss the green grasses bending below.Breath of the heavens, whispering low –Wind in the valley, blow onward, blow!
Wind in the valley, roll onward roll;Carry the heavenly bells’ sweetest toll.Hymn of the lowlands, sing to my soul –Wind in the valley, roll onward, roll!
Wind in the valley, sweep onward, sweep;Caress [...]

Nightfall

Phylicia | August 28, 2007

I feel the dim, descending cloak upon my shoulders –I dare not look –It rests upon me, a shadow, blue,Its starlets gleaming. . . In crannies, nooks,It creeps without a step or stride.Its shadow falls on every side;Escape is but to close the eyes. . .But even [...]

Cinnamon Toast Crunch

Phylicia | August 2, 2007

Anders yawned sleepily and rubbed two chubby fists over his eyes. He had just woken up and was still a little drowsy. He got out of bed and began to undress. Pulling a fresh shirt over his head, he heard his stomach growl angrily. “I’m hungry!” he announced to his brother’s sleeping form, and before [...]