Sounds float high
Off the waters below
Fishing boats float by
Catching ripples
In the morning light
Blackest of black
A Raven flew by
My heart’s dwelling cove
I wander this day
These many Ozark hills
Searching for simple joy
Freedom
Sounds float high
Off the waters below
Fishing boats float by
Catching ripples
In the morning light
Blackest of black
A Raven flew by
My heart’s dwelling cove
I wander this day
These many Ozark hills
Searching for simple joy
Freedom
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
Places - Nature - Photography
Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element.
Author, Speaker, Workshop Leader
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