Waltz of the Scarecrow That which gives often...may receive nothing in return. Do not be deceived by the words etched in stones. Corn often grows taller than words; words often grow taller than deeds. The Scarecrow walks the fields at night through stalks of corn taller than tales told by the fire. We take our … Continue reading Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield
Yearning
By Jay M. If my words were leaves, What a bonfire they would make, Raining down on a cold night, Items of the fall, to keep you warm, Alive in the shimmering moonlight; To wrap you in lustre, at beck and call, Every Dawn of the fall. If my words were the stars nigh, … Continue reading Yearning
Academy of the Heart And Mind 