Bella Vista Ozark Poets from the Past

I finally stopped by our local Historical Museum along Highway 71.  

What a delightful surprise!  There was so much history to see and read here.  It was extremely well organized by the different periods of development. 

One of the accounts, I loved reading about was concerning the writers from here.  There was even an official Poet Laureate of Bella Vista.  

I plan on researching these ~ my photos are from their displays.  If you haven’t made time to visit yet, you surely are missing a great opportunity to see why Bella Bista is a shared treasure!



Top of the Morning

I awaken

Upon this morning’s rise
Sky dancing
In morning glory blues
And fields of lavender pinks
Peers of Aqua marine patches 
Melt away
Through stone bluffs 
And woodland trees
I hear
A lone blue heron’s call
Followed by 
A rushing raven’s
Fly away
And a small tree peeper’s cheer
I feel
The grey pewter waters below 
Holding its bare blackened forest
With this night’s thick dampness 
My earth responds
Back to me
In a sweet cold calm

Moon Beams

Where is heaven ~
Who knows better than me
I see heaven in you
As heaven bends down to earth
Lingering in brilliant shining moments
Free at last
Stay awhile ~
I wrap my arms around you
I whisper of surrounding love
A heart prayer to hold you
Longer than forever
Stay with me ~
Stay a while
Stay by the day’s moon light
Stay by the night’s new moon
Stay with me
White magnolia blossom ~
I’ll dance for you
I’ll sing a song for you
Laying to rest
High on the hill
Under the magnolia
blossom tree …


I trouble you not

Laying out bare my soul
Lapped by layers of
Wind & sky
Clouds sit on my horizon
Still grey
Stalled unheard
The cove lapps the stone bluffs
Ice points sharply down
Entering the cold waters below

Mined Diamonds ~ A Reunion

I’m grateful for that
My sisters, brothers, mother and father sought
I know you better now in sunlight
Graced by unbridled prayer and thought

Even in the coldest winter night
Our collected wings take flight
Bound together in our daily living
Stories told and retold by firelight

Sparks fly in new memories staying
Fresh footprints in our making
Families coming together
Exchange diamonds now shining

Times shared even in the coldest weather
History built with no sorrow together
Walking among hallowed roots tethered
To fields of ancient Irish heather


Winter Sky Winds

Feb 7, 2015

wind plumes fan out over Lake Ann
sparkling waters move
from south to north up the cove
creating an unending flow
unfrozen and stretching out

doors and windows wide open
come spirit winds
set me free

today is a turtle day
soft sides and hard backs
I lay my belly
in warm sunlight
soaking in the warmth
for long winter days

warm gulf sky winds
howled through the highland oaks
over the ozark ridge
traveling to someone’s home
and greeted as a hero

Glory be . . .

Staccato Notes

Writing Notes: Afternoon photo taken with my iPhone driving down Interstate 540 towards Bella Vista, AR.

Staccato fair weather clouds
Were but musical notes played
With quick and sharpened edges
Dancing over the day’s blue skies
Lines of sinuous musical notes
Framed my road’s horizon
And led me to an abrupt chorus refrain!

Glory be . . . .