Poem – Connections
Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the...
Dogs of Summer #3
North to the St. Croix River we headed on a perfect grey and rainy summer morning. With just...
Dogs of Summer #2
On a somewhat grey and dreary day we headed north to the fields and trails near the Wild...
Poem – Black Swan
Emerging from the prairie and the ancient oak roots. numb, cold, senses fall away, the threads loosen, bonds...