O’er still waters of the north calling loons announce the morn’ one-hundred miles from nowhere to our hideaway on wooded shores The smell of brewing coffee carries on the breeze Two adolescent bears play tag on a fallen tree A giant crane wades in the shallows with eyes that gleam like steel Patiently he watches through the surface for his meal… Which reminds me I’m frigging starving...so... LET'S EAT !!!!
Cuddles, this is just so you. You inspired the painting and helped me get it right and I loved the verses you penned to go along with it. The last lines made me laugh out loud. I love you!
Snuggles
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Regis
Snuggles
from nowhere
to our hideaway
on wooded shores
My kind of place, and what a marvelous painting!
And I'm still waiting for that Minnesota documentary Chanti promised!
Felix
Richard the Intrepid
ET
Tami