Sevierville Missing Link FootHills Parkway

Shaconage My Ancestral Home

Mingus Gist Mill

 

Laurel Creek

A Foggy Morning Mountain Valley

"Song of the Sea"

Song of the Sea

by Rainer Maria Rike

Timeless sea breezes,

sea-wind of the night;

you come for no one;

if someone should wake,

he must be prepared

how to survive you.

Timeless sea breezes,

that for aeons have

blown ancient rocks,

you are purest space

coming from afar...

Oh, how a fruit-bearing

fig tree feels your coming

high up in the moonlight.

The Lodge at Mio

Spring Comes on the World

by Emily Dickinson

Spring comes on the World -

I sight the Aprils -

Hueless to me until thou come

As, till the Bee

Blossoms stand negative,

Toughed to Conditions

By a Hum.

Wind Through the Trees

I Saw The Wind Within Her

by Emily Dickinson

I saw the wind within her

I knew it blew for me --

But she must buy my shelter

I asked Humility

"Sometimes With the Heart"

Sometimes with the Heart
by Emily Dickinson


Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few -- love at all.

Old Red Barn Of Days Past

The Old Red Barn

by Ewina Reizer

The old red barn that's been vacant for years

is a reminder of days long past.

In its day it was filled with so much  life.

But like all things it didn't last.

Now as I ride by it I wonder why it stands?

Why was it not taken down?

If it was capable of having a face,

surely it would be wearing a frown.

Gone are the sounds and the smells it had.

Gone are the people too.

The hands that worked there everyday.

These are the memories it knew.

"Why am I standing all faded and worn?

Why don't they do away with me?

I'm tired.  I'm tilted. I can't stand straight.

Is that what they like to see?

Maybe I'm a reminder as people ride by

of how things use to be.

Maybe I still have a purpose to fill?

Nostalgia, when they look at me.

Ranch in Huron-Manistee Forest

Hotz Brucke -- Frankenmuth Covered Bridge

Looking Glass River

Looking Glass River

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Smooth it glides upon its travel, 
Here a wimple, there a gleam-- 
O the clean gravel! 
O the smooth stream! 

Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, 
Pave pools as clear as air-- 
How a child wishes 
To live down there! 

We can see our colored faces 
Floating on the shaken pool 
Down in cool places, 
Dim and very cool; 

Till a wind or water wrinkle, 
Dipping marten, plumping trout, 
Spreads in a twinkle 
And blots all out. 

See the rings pursue each other; 
All below grows black as night, 
Just as if mother 
Had blown out the light! 

Patience, children, just a minute-- 
See the spreading circles die; 
The stream and all in it 
Will clear by-and-by.