On conserving for future generations It all begins with a vision A vision of what the future holds Not only for you and me but for all What is the vision? It may look like greed, A picture of a chase for material possessions, A picture of competition to dominate, A picture of me and
Hey! What a wonderful thing for the group to do. The literary community in Lambton county is both strong, neglected and misunderstood, so I hope you can manage to draw some much-deserved attention to the many genres of writing that happen in our region. Local authors need a spot to announce (offer brief videos) of
New Giverny slender willow branch strokes clear surface sending tiny ripples across tranquil pond windsor red koi fish glisten in bright sun’s aestival reflection fine cattail reeds guided by gentle breeze brush between light and shadow chartreuse lily pads adrift as day opens like Monet’s nymphaea
in the measure of spring outside the open door half the horizon holds up an illusory sky barren fields melting form their own inviolate border a lone raven lifts its wings a shadow over muddy mirrors stacked summer chairs wait to be used again defrosting in the returned sunshine the air whispers a tentative welcome