Stories
The OCEAN
The ocean is everything I want to be. Beautiful, mysterious, wild and free.
Birds
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That reches in the soul -
And sings the tune without words -
And never stops - at all…
- Emily Dickinson-
Hello Spring
The clouds have big news: it’s time for things to grow. Their whispers fill the sky with wind. Their low murmurs rumble like thunder. They pour out a welcome to spring.
One Day in Suzdal
Suzdal is one of Russia’s oldest cities and is a true highlight of the Golden Ring. It is small town, but every inch of it is unique and vibrant. The abundance of wooden architecture creates an entrancing atmosphere of rural calmness and serenity, while Suzdal’s host of old domed churches, bell-towers. and monasteries testifies to its status as a spiritual center.
Shools are closed! The minister said to halt the dread disease. But not quite closed as I sing and dance head, shoulders, toes and knees.
Shools are closed! The parents said, except for workers key. But not quite closed as I stand and sup my morning tea.
Shools are closed! The papers said bar those with special needs. But not quite closed as teachers sow the lifelong learning seed.
Shools are closed! The people said as staff work on the net. But not quite closed to love and care as children’s needs are met.
