Category Archives: Epithets

Logging and what it really means

Logging opens up space It casts our minds back where The forests rampant in its green Seemed to attack despair Every inch of every where Was created and achieved a balance and Gaia was there And I just felt relieved … Continue reading

Susan a nonsense ode for your birthday

In a copse beside a sparkling stream There lived a lass I know A dryad arboretum whose tendrils They did grow Greener than the greenest tendrils That ever there could be In those sylvan groves she made her home And … Continue reading

To be in touch

┬áto be in touch with the animals with their realm of doing things is like the cricket in the lawn who nervously just springs up into the air he does about knee high maybe sensitive to sound he is and … Continue reading