Apr 22, 2017 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
The river was quite shallow but running very fast. We decided to cross it. It was a hazardous operation. The water was only thigh deep but the current was immensely strong and the bottom was formed of stones the size of footballs slippery with weeds. Halfway across we...
Aug 21, 2010 | Fiction, Poetry |
The morning sun serenely warms and gilds The rye and corn still damp in dewy fields, The sky has kept the freshness of the night. One wanders out just for the sake of it, Beside the river with dim yellow weeds, Along a grass path edged by alder-trees. The air is...
