I Must Do To Be I must do to be, Things move, change waits, Words interrupt, hands interpret, Bodies heal, thoughts roam. Before you, after me, Sands drift to form dunes and valleys, Swirling shapes shift with times motion, And like water, are not silent. Obedient children must speak, They play guard over brown uneven…
Category: parks
OBSERVATIONS #10 – 10.19.24
About the Arts and Humanities Happy National Arts and Humanities month! The White House issued its yearly proclaim that states: “The arts and humanities bring people together and show us that we have more in common than we have differences – helping us see each other, understand one another, and unite in common cause. Our…
On an Island in the Root River
A wide, mowed pathway takes you past two large stretches of colorful prairie grasses and pollinator plants, out to a clearing along shoreline overlook where you might see a great blue heron perched on the discarded Piggly Wiggly shopping cart on the opposite bank. Bees of various sizes and a range of patterned butterflies flit from bud to blossom.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” volunteer Dave Hecht says from under his tan straw hat when the thunder rolls.
ArtRoot Writer-In-Residence 