[Soaring Feather]

WOW Bob, eerie. Eve in the Garden of Eden or Pan and his flute.

[NicknamedBob]

Thanks.

It's a sample of my prose. The intent was to be evocative, as it is a description of a movie trailer.

Emily's narrow fellow in the grass was obviously a snake. No other creature seems to fill us with such bone-chilling dread with just a glance. The other "people" are animals.

I like Miss Dickenson's writing, but she tended to be a little depressing at times, focussing on loss instead of joy.

You should always celebrate joy while you have it. There will inevitably be a time of loss.

[NicknamedBob]

Brightness

The brightest silver trinket
That gleams beneath the light,
Will have a dark side under it,
A portion of the night.

Every joy you are to feel,
Will have an ending day.
Treasure brightness in the sun,
Make every moment pay.

The dark’s a time for dreaming,
As shadows dull the pain.
The essence of a treasure lost,
And things not seen again.

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 24, 2004