Literature

In the Springtime

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

In the Springtime

George Weslow

 

Free is the wind
as it whistles through the trees,
whispering its lonliness
carried on the breeze.

Pine needles float down
landing soft as a pillow,
and poetically in motion
sways the sad old willow.

Kimberly

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

Kimberly

George Weslow

 

Who is that child sitting by herself
underneath that big elm tree,
she looks so alone there
will someone please tell me?

Little Journeys to the Homes of English Authors William Morris

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

Little Journeys
to the Homes of
English Authors

 

BY
ELBERT HUBBARD

WILLIAM MORRIS

Done into print by the Roy-
crofters at the Roycroft
Shop, which is in
East Aurora,
New York,
U.S.A.

 

Of this edition there were printed and illumined by
hand but nine hundred and twenty-five copies. This
book is Number 923

Elbert Hubbard

 

To Follow the Impossible Dream

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

To Follow the Impossible Dream

George Weslow

 

How does one go about following a dream?... When reality becomes fantasy, is this impossible?... How can one follow what seemingly leads to nowhere?

But then wait a minute,... Who am I to question the limits of what the mind can conjure?...

I myself am following the impossible dream! Mine is a rainbow, invisible to other eyes, but my eyes see and my mind knows where my dream will lead.

With Me Tonight

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

With Me Tonight

George Weslow

 

The light grows dim                                                                                        
as evening falls,
and off in the distance
a whippoorwill calls.

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