A poet is a person that can never be described Their thoughts a frantic frenzy they cannot hope to hide. Their emotions, like the wind tossed leaves, in the months of fall, Those months of bright splendor that answer winter’s eerie call. The crimson, gold and flaming orange, burst forth then- Like the passions of … More Poets, the Autumn of this World
Alas, the autumn months of bittersweet longing Like a hesitant hope, on the cusp of prolonging. The crimson leaves rush to embrace the ground, Like them, how we all long to be found. The foolish trees as innocent as a youth Have never grasped the foreboding truth. After the colors, comes winter’s abandon, cold and … More Autumn’s Bittersweet Longing
Buttons was a stuffed doll. She had a little felt mouth, a turned up nose, and brown embroidered eyes. She wore a red wool coat with lots of tiny black buttons. Her hands were short and stubby and her feet stitched into tiny leather shoes. Long strands of black yarn were twisted into thick braids … More Buttons ‘The Doll Who Couldn’t See’
Painting: “Restful Afternoon’ by: Albert Edelfelt Idyll
The leaves they fell in piles across the frozen ground, The wind howled through the branches with a mournful sound, The graveyard, a solemn tomb with a empty face. A deep sad foreboding filled the empty space. There the old man stood, dressed all in black, Clouded eyes, wrinkled face, but still a tall straight … More “Adored By All, Loved By One” (a poem)
He smiled, a boyish grin and his eyes twinkled merrily. The dances went on and since they were having such a wonderful time they simply kept dancing together. He was so very pleasant to talk to and Catherine was having such a splendid time. She felt like the evening would go on forever. … More ‘I Will Always Remember You’: A Civil War Tale
The poem you are about to read is from the perspective of a young soldier in the Civil War. As the evening settles upon the camp, troops gather around a glowing fire resting from the days march. In this time of quiet their thoughts often drift back to home, family, and sweethearts. Our young soldier … More Farewell In The Darkening Evening
He stood looking across the field, watching Lilly. Her long blue dress fluttering in the wind and her hair cascading over her shoulders. She was talking to that foreign Prince, strolling through the gardens. The gardens he kept so well-tended, so well-tended for her. He cared deeply for Lillian and was grateful for their friendship. They both loved flowers, and they used to spend hours talking, and gathering them from the fields. Now that she was older, lovelier, and more eligible, her father the Duke thought it best if his daughter spent less time with the peasants and more with Nobles of her ranking.
Jeffrey exhaled a heavy sigh, “Would she ever know his true feelings?”
He was brought from his reveries by the sound of distress, it was Lilly, looking up quickly he saw that the pair had left the path and were sitting on a bench beside the roses. The Prince was leaning in to kiss her, and she was attempting to push him away.
Fury flashed across his youthful features and in a moment Jeffrey had leapt over the fence and before thinking had struck the Prince a hard blow to the head with his quarterstaff. … More The Noblest Quality
Do you like the story of Ivanhoe, ruined castles, love letters, secret meetings, and a medieval dress? Then fetch a cup of tea and sit back for my newest video! … More Rowena; An ‘Ivanhoe’ Tale
Girl of a different Era 