Some of the trees in August (a poem)
Some of the trees in August around hereget a jump-start on the seasonThey drop their golden bladeson grass that still requires twice-a-fortnight mowing They don’t get the noticethat their cousins in October getbut it’s a portent of things to come It’s as if they are heralding a greater, later eventA glory that isyet to be…
All I really need to know I learned from The Eagles
In the spirit of Robert Fulgham, here’s my take – All I really need to know I learned from The Eagles.
On Mountain Paths I Travel
Poetry by Mark Knox, 6/18/08 During/after hiking AT from Max Patch to Lemon Gap