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Apparel of Flowers by Janita Black Dress me in flowers From open fields. Adorn me with blossoms From the earth's fragrant yields. Color me clover, White blooms'…

…And nd the fisher in his skiff, And the hunter on the moss, Hear their call from cape and cliff, See their hands the birch-leaves toss. Wistful, longing,…

He's as graceful as they come A descendent from above There is no fear nor is there shame The mountains his nest The skies his domain He doesn't borrow, nor…

Down by the raging waters Beneath a big ole moss covered tree Stood the ugliest, tumble down old shack It has ever been my pleasure to see

Rich in history, the shores of Smallpx bay were where Pacific Northwestern Native Americans, burning with fever, waded in to cool off. Some of them died from…

Shine on, guiding light – I feel safe, with a sense of home, when I see your “bright” beacon light. ~~ Snow W. Frost ~~

“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened…

Black as night over sea Sleek and graceful, true and free White as light, as untouched snow The only hint a splash, a blow They glide through water, still as…

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills? ~Thomas Haynes Bayly

Artists inspired by secret messages whispered by colored glass. Tortured elements touched by flame. Changing. Flowing. Sweat dripping from brows of men flirting…

The Lighthouse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, and on its outer point, some miles away, the lighthouse lifts its massive…

In towering splendor once I stood A regal monarch of the wood, My branches once reached to the sky See me now but do not cry. The Creator's work has yet to…

The Sea to the Shore by Lucy Maud Montgomery Lo, I have loved thee long, long have I yearned and entreated! Tell me how I may win thee, tell me how I must woo.…

“May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky…

“Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make…

She sells sea-shells on the sea shore; The shells that she sells are sea-shells I'm sure. So if she sells sea-shells on the sea shore, I'm sure that the shells…
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