Category: Poetry

A Sitting on a Gate by Lewis Carrol I ‘ll tell thee everything I can: There’s little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. “Who are you, aged man?” I said, “And how is it you live?” And his answer trickled through my head, Like water through a sieve. He…

Medicine Wheel of the Soul by Jenna Schulman – June 3, 1997 Look to the East toward te rising sun praise the fire of enlightenment the coming day, a gift a blessing just to rise with the breath of morning air enought to know life has pulled the sun from behind the horizon again. Look…