“Our Father’s House” #5

Our Father’s House is alive! Out side my house things are coming alive, spring has come again, rebirth; but my house is a dead thing in which I live. Mother Nature is very big and very strong. She does not realize when she steps on us, like perhaps now. Outside my house are dangers ofContinue reading ““Our Father’s House” #5″

“A Warrior sat under the Willow Tree” #8

The fire made her stronger. I’m sorry, but as of yesterday, I discover I have one more story to write relating to “Rey” of Star Wars. I did not plan this, but I wash dishes part time. I work the weekends since I do not want to work a lot of hours, usually 6 hoursContinue reading ““A Warrior sat under the Willow Tree” #8″

Red Pony throws a shoe.

The flat tires of life. Red Pony not well. Grandpa White Feather headed out on faithful horse for a pleasant ride to rent movie. 35 minutes later we arrive at Family Video and all is well, I thought. Red Pony is not one to complain. However, I’m less than half way home when I noticeContinue reading “Red Pony throws a shoe.”

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