~ The Western Sky is high and dry Where rocky mountains fill the eye, And rivers run not East but West, The Anglo-Saxon man came last. For years, and years, the Native Man Had lived and tooled the Western Land. Upon this open vast terrain, The […] Continue reading
Thistle and Stone ~ Whistle to bone bristles the cold; it chisels old goslings from gander. This’ll bring home the old rolling Stone, and Thistles that roam far in wander. Vestigial in some the fossiling glum, to get up and run and meander. To wrestle with roam, to nestle at home, […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 