Dusty Roads

My father taught me a love of nature and its creatures for which I am deeply grateful. I am at peace when riding down a country road seeing the antelope on the prairie the eagle floating smoothly above me hearing the unwritten notes of the meadowlark's song or catching sunlight glinting off a blackbird's feathers.<p>To describe my writing would be <i>life</i> for each poem and story is a tapestry of life woven from the threads of the person or persons who lived it.<p>Excerpt from Queen of the Night (The legend of Dell Burke):<i>Moon shadows crept along the wall <p>Black and uneven short and tall; <p>The candle had burned; its light was gone<p>But another light shone - the light of dawn...</i><p>May one of my poems or story gratify your soul and carry you on wondrous wings down your own dusty road ... for our minds are magical. With a word a smell or sight we are flown back on wings of lightning reliving memories long lost; momentarily suspended in another time and place.