I wrote this poem while I was thinking of my father and his love for birds. A shared hobby, he and I would often sit quietly, just watching.
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Fledglings
Today is just a short post. Life races past, and often we don't take a moment to notice the small things that surround us; things like fledglings.Yesterday, as
Listening to Rhymes of Nature
Life as a writer can be hard. Of late, I've returned to my business background to keep the wheels turning financially, but it occurred to me last year