Human beings have an innate desire to create beauty—even if it doesn’t last for long.
Sometimes I forget this, amidst the ever-accumulating pile of potentially permanent ugliness we have managed put into the world of late. 764 more words
“Charlie Stump, the driftwood man, would walk along the river bank, and gather up a bundle — of broken limbs and snags.”
— That’s a verse from a song I tried to write way back in the 1970’s. 2,477 more words