Written on the Wall at Chang’s Hermitage
It is Spring in the mountains. I come alone seeking you. The sound of chopping wood echoes Between the silent …
It is Spring in the mountains. I come alone seeking you. The sound of chopping wood echoes Between the silent …
CLEAR AFTER RAIN Autumn, cloud blades on the horizon. The west wind blows from ten thousand miles. Dawn, in the …
The birds have vanished into the sky, And now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and …
Essays, Art & Observations
Exploring the history of SHENANGO VALLEY, PA, one story at a time.
Reflections on the Journey
faith, hope and love
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