Nathan sat in his lifted,black F-150,drumming his thumbalong the steering wheelto Jodeci’s Cry For Meplaying on the radio.Nathan waited his turnto order a fall blended coffeeat Mocha’s Espresso.The maroon paint with whitetrim gave the shop the barn vibewith an animal inside that he’dlike to ride.Nathan’s heart achedfor a woman he’d paidattention to only in his dreams.But the … [Read more...] about Romance at Mocha’s Espresso, By: Andrew Cyr
The Redbreast Chasing The Butterfly, By: William Wordsworth
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The bird that comes about our doors When Autumn-winds are sobbing? Art thou the Peter of Norway Boors? Their Thomas in Finland, And Russia far inland? The bird, that by some name or other All men who know thee call their brother, The darling of children and … [Read more...] about The Redbreast Chasing The Butterfly, By: William Wordsworth
The Redbreast – Suggested In A Westmoreland Cottage, By: William Wordsworth
Driven in by Autumn's sharpening air From half-stripped woods and pastures bare, Brisk Robin seeks a kindlier home: Not like a beggar is he come, But enters as a looked-for guest, Confiding in his ruddy breast, As if it were a natural shield Charged with a blazon on the field, Due to that good and pious deed Of which we in the Ballad read. But pensive fancies putting by, And … [Read more...] about The Redbreast – Suggested In A Westmoreland Cottage, By: William Wordsworth
The Recluse – Book First, By: William Wordsworth
Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came A roving school-boy; what the Adventurer’s age Hath now escaped his memory--but the hour, One of a golden summer holiday, He well remembers, though the year be gone. Alone and devious from afar he came; And, with a sudden influx overpowered At sight of this seclusion, he forgot His haste, for hasty had his footsteps been As boyish his … [Read more...] about The Recluse – Book First, By: William Wordsworth
The Rainbow, By: William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold A Rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a Man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. … [Read more...] about The Rainbow, By: William Wordsworth