We used to sing more We used to sing more- Mothers murmured refrains to babes, children danced in the forest, sticks waving, all master conductors, singing out from under bobbing hemlock branches. During world wars, the infantry would shout out bawdy tunes full of drink and women, their boots caked with mud and blood, but … Continue reading Poems by Ursula McCabe
Respite
By Mike Turner Wild bluebells grow On rolling field And sway in gentle breeze While gold sun’s glow Through cotton clouds Filters through rustling leaves Grass soft and green Lays as our floor Our roof the vaulting sky A moment’s rest From labor’s toils All seen in my mind’s eye Bio: Mike Turner … Continue reading Respite
Academy of the Heart And Mind 