PL Fallin Photography

  Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel L...

"Clouds Came Down to Earth"   Clouds came down to Earth And sit at my feet, No place to wander Not far the eye...

Poem from a "Thousand Mornings" by Mary Oliver who is a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet whose body of work is largely fil...

Rotorua, a Maori word meaning literally "second lake", was originally settled by the Maori of the Te Arawa tribe.  Ro...

  Well Water   by Randall Jarrell 1969 What a girl...

Fairies In My Garden As the rain drops fall I wandered past my garden wall, Among the dark green hedges Within the flowers blo...

    few photos of Summerland Park on the North Inlet Trail to Cascade Falls; I particular like seeing the horses grazing in the pas...

A Poet's Eye In the Lonely Sky Sea Gull,  soaring so high no one inspires wings of dreams like you create  paintin...

Little Blue Crab, Why are you Climbing up that Tree? Little Blue Crab, Go back to the sea, You are not a bird, You do not belong in ...

Are the children Singing "Ring Around O'Rosies?" The water fountain in Frankenmuth, Michigan are children dancing aro...

Sitting on the Dock in the Rain Rain clouds gathering overhead, Thunder roaring from the darkness, Gusty winds stinging my face, ...

  Blue Devil’s Darning Needle Ruling over water and air, In warmth and sunlight, Flies like the light, Twisting, turnin...

Hold My Hand at Dowdell's Knob I came here often, Sitting here alone, I asked for no company, Only quiet solitude, Thinking ...

Delicate butterfly Why are you sitting on my knee? Don't you have someplace to go? A flower with sweet nectar, Leaves on a lushly...

It was a very misty, cloudy and rainy day on top of the Smoky Mountains.  It was difficult to see the mountain range.  Witches Overloo...

Beorn, creature of the night, Your path is far and wide, Some say you growl with the tongue of bears, Born from the ancient bear...

River of Muddy Blue Waters River of muddy blue waters, With mysteries deep and wide, Many a tale of folk lore, Of Ships stran...

The Clinging Tree Along the mountain trail The living waters Flow Gushing, Streaming, Over the Rocks and Stones Into the Big Mead...

  What has a root that never grows? Headless and cannot be heard, What once was can no longer be, It lies beneath the sun, the st...