I Wish Someone Would Write

Well you may have noticed that not a word, creative or otherwise, has been written in months. This is really quite depressing to me… Now that it is the time of year again when people must come inside at 6:00 or so and the living room fireplace is much more to be preferred, I am expecting to have writings pour in around me, and to be up to my ears in words! Now if you wish to contribute your words to this blog, do tell me so in a comment and then I will give you an address (email) ┬áto send them to.

Poem: Germany

Across the ocean, my feet once walked the moist earth.
While I strolled down the street, I heard the clang, clang of beer steins,
And the smell of sausage and sauerkraut seeping up my nose.
Amazingly I see people pass by me with the same light blonde hair and blue eyes as me.
Shocked I see my surname all over this strange foreign land.
My surname Wald means “forest”.
I spotted Bohemian Wald. In a distant land

I also sighted the Black Wald.
Looking at the black forest, the colossal, magnificent mountain cast its long shadow into the dense trees.
Can you hear the clang, clang of beer steins in that distant land across the ocean?

Miss Hardy
An Inkling