Medallion of Past
Catherine walked to the edge of the cliff, staring down into the surf along the beach as the sound and smells of the sea pierced her senses. The warm salty breeze slowly encased her, the trees rustling and gulls cawing. Her view fell on a small...
~Sail
_Catch the wind in mainsails high,_ _Race the dark and stormy skies._ _Land Ahoy! To port we ride,_ _And there we drink our hearts to nigh._ _'Twas a pirates' ship we met,_ _Swords were drawn and bowstrings bent._ _Fight and die! Did we...
Isle Dreamscape
Forever out of reach, White sands covered in green. Strangely enough on these seas, Tropical though they be to these eyes of mine, Every single one holds nothing but pine. So I marvel at impossible trees, And waters that hold a perfect sheen,...
poetry
Footsteps, followed by what sounded like george's wooden paddle hitting the railing on the stairs. and thus began my night.