Without water we would be wordless, worldless on Wednesday…
Echoing, echoing, echoing
Water tumbling over stone
Falling, falling, falling
Consumed by a drowning drone
Swirling, swirling, swirling
Eddies eroding edges of the shore
Spilling, spilling, spilling
The stream bank’s rich earthen gore
Carrying, carrying, carrying
Sediment, silt, fish egg and bone
Drifting, drifting, drifting
Depositing
where the
oxbow on its own
cranes its to a stop
horseshoe whinnies
neck and
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
My Own Paradise: Life on Seven and a Half Acres
thoughts from the forest
Photograper of Landscapes, Seascapes, Sunsets, Snowdonia, Wales, Thailand and more
Exploring writing and the creative randomness of life. Snapshots of moments.
The blog of Sandy J. White
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“If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.” ― Seamus Heaney
"If you don't turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story." -Terry Pratchett
Images, words, meanderings.
Where derision meets concision.
Ideas on writing and baking
A collection of beautiful things and thoughts
Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
A symposium of thought & whimsy
I write because I must
The ancient eavesdropper 
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