Devon knew the
history of the stone sculpture, but he wasn’t sure he trusted the tale. Back in the day there was the belief that in winter, when the ice thaws, the water that falls from the sides of the rock was infused with gold. The story was nice but if the tale were true then the ink upon the rice paper which is laid under the flow would also turn gold. That has never happened, at least in his lifetime.
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As I sit and I ponder all of my days
thinking about all that I do. I think of ideas and all of the ways I show all my love to you.
So here I am now at the edge of my life
wondering where you will be when I think of you there being my wife You’re a spot on the shimmering sea.
Your lights there to guide me but just for today
and for all of the days yet to come. Your love with give me a reason to stay The strings of our love I will strum.
If I was able to take this same tree, trim it as I’d like, and take the sun with it, it would be the most perfect, beautiful Christmas tree ever!
Task: Write in any form, using the photo as inspiration for you piece.
Walking to the flames
As I walk toward the flames
I remember the names
Of the people I know
And the places I go.
I think of the words that some people say
To make it a good or a really bad day.
Do I listen to them with their negative views?
Do I compare them to politics seen on the news?
It is all in my hand
Which way I will stand
To see my way through
A day without you.