Old Woman Fishing

There was an old woman fishing on the edge of the creek today. I saw her there in the mid-morning hours, camped out there, as if she had been at it for hours. She was sporting a wide-brimmed fisher’s cap, or maybe it was even a gardening hat — they all look the same to … Continue reading Old Woman Fishing

A Woman’s Worth, Part 3

A woman is beauty in a world so plain She is imagination in a mindless sea Glory amidst the mundane Self-assured Confidence Affirmation of life’s mystique She is conscious thought in constant seclusion Until she is allowed to breathe To focus To become herself A chance to belong A room of her own She is … Continue reading A Woman’s Worth, Part 3