Each spring the people of he prairies,from the Dakotas, up through Saskatchewan and Manitoba watch and wait for the Red River to flood.
The Crows are mobbing in the crossroads.
The snow is slipping away. Down
the coulee bottom the catkins
are crawling up the willows:
Little silver pussies breaking from
their winter sleep.
Soon the coulees will be loud
with melt water running. Running
For Hudson’s Bay far away north;
as winter’s moisture becomes spring’s flood.
The vernal green mantle will shortly follow.
Spring is a tease and spring is a terror
Floods and new life blizzards and gentle rain
Seed time looking for harvest
Spring on the northern plains.
Secrets Lurking in Pinecrest is a romantic mystery with a series of puzzling events.
Mike Armstrong, a ruggedly handsome Forest Service Law Enforcement Officer, returns home to Pinecrest to work at the Ranger Station.
Mary Howard is the dil
Book 3 continues the Commander and the Chief's adventures in political intrigue, superstition, old feuds, and the search of Nikola Tesla's missing papers in this Close Encounter of the Weird Kind.
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A poem with wealth of imagery
Most enjoyable write
Peace be with you
William