The coast is clear, it’s safe at last, No more to fear, the 1st has passed… That fateful day, on world wide sites, With fools at play, to see who bites… But now day 2, has come to save, It… Read More ›
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Maple Magic (poem)
The moment right, the time is here… The day alight, the sky is clear… The sun, it sets, a golden hue… This tree begets, a wondrous view… Orange and gold, they are not faint… The colors bold, as if in… Read More ›
Nestled in Comfort (scene)
[Begin scene] A bold blue sky on a warm afternoon… A growing season ended, the seeds of next season ready to spread… The hillside covered in plants, now drying in the autumn sun… Fluffy white down and stalks for building… Read More ›
Moday Memory: Reflections of Paradise (scene)
[Begin scene] A vision filled with soft pinks and blues… Water so still, its surface a one-way mirror… Reflections of paradise above magnify the beauty… A sight of calm, such a pleasure to behold. [End scene] © 2018 – James… Read More ›