Closer to Home
Drop us off 25 miles upriver.
We’ll see you back at camp.
Yes, hugged by children all across the years,
sustaining and reminding me what’s important.
~Children believe in us~climb into our laps~
~touch our hearts when nothing else can~
Out o’ Sight
Papa, where do our feet go when we step in deep snow?
Grandchildren gathered round the fire bowl, flames reflected in their eyes, wisps of campfire smoke slipping away on a night breeze, the good earth beneath them, a tear of gladness in my eye as I tend the fire and feel the glow of generations deep in my spirit.
© 2017 artwork, music & words
conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©
Family Camp (7-4-2017)
Already Number one (2-4-2018)
My mother was my mother.
She didn’t beat it into me that she was a woman.
She just was and hell, it don’t get no better than that.