Poems and short stories...

Ancient Wisdom

I used to know

How to convert Centigrade to Fahrenheit

Pythagoras from Euclid

The Crimean War from the Boer War

The king and queens of England, chronologically

Why my participles shouldn’t dangle


How to go from Genesis to Revelation without taking a breath

I’ve forgotten all this but now I know

The sweet serenade of peepers flooding the marsh

The shimmer of sunshine dappling the wall

Fragrance of coffee filling the air

The tears of a friend held close in my arms

Hum of a yellow cat curled on my lap


The moth’s wing touch of a grand child’s kiss

Anita Mewherter

From: Shells in my Pocket


Visiting Heaven

Late afternoon, the tide is high, small beach, perfect chop for fishing or sailing. The sun is westward bound. Boats are bouncing, children playing, families laughing. Diamonds glisten and dance atop the water. Bright, breezy, blue sky, green grass touched gently by hues of amber...beautiful day. Happy it is Saturday. Working on the crossword, I look out. The tide is ebbing. More beach on display, rocks and shells gleaming in the sunshine. The sun is lower now, the breeze has subsided. The boats no longer bouncing; standing rigid on the sand flats. Oyster farmers working, people walking, dogs running. A couple clamming in the distance. The water, a glass reflection...beautiful rainbow of puffy clouds, blues and pinks and oranges as the sun begins to set. Still warmed both inside and out as I view the bay. I am visiting heaven at Boat Meadow.

Kimberly Denis, Administrator


The Power To Inspire Others

A young girl was walking along a beach upon which thousands of starfish had been washed up during a terrible storm. When she came to each starfish, she would pick it up, and throw it back into the ocean. People watched her with amusement.

She had been doing this for some time when a man approached her and said, “Little girl, why are you doing this? Look at this beach! You can’t save all these starfish. You can’t begin to make a difference!” The girl seemed crushed, suddenly deflated. But after a few moments, she bent down, picked up another starfish, and hurled it as far as she could into the ocean. Then she looked up at the man and replied, “Well, I made a difference to that one!”

The old man looked at the girl inquisitively and thought about what she had done and said. Inspired, he joined the little girl in throwing starfish back into the sea. Soon others joined, and all the starfish were saved.

— Adapted from The Star Thrower by Loren C. Eiseley

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