Our Man of Stone

top dog His wanted to become stone and now he's dead on high, a monk of the quartzite order. Turtles came to ask for advice, but just looked into his head and went back into the water.

Clay Cottage On Floating Island

I made it , it floats, and I call it Green Island. I didn't plant the willows on it: I just have to discourage them. Today i walked the the four-legged clay cottage down to the pond and pushed it off on the island for whoever wants to shelter there this season . Not you. It's my private island It's my private island , in Hidden Bay of Lake Bonafinger, far from wherever you are. I (alone) can stand on Green Island, but don't you try it. If you don't stay right in the middle, it tips over so your roots will become your branches, and you'll die.

Fly-by-Night Geese

Hickory was in the Chestnut tree over me to watch the sun sink into the lake, when an old married couple flew by, one of them cussing. all the way across the sky. Bummer.

Tramps Very Long Jump

sleet cut garlichives