Articles & Posts by Elizabeth-Ellen Long
Western Hills
A hill, out West, grows lanky and lean, No soft grass on it, no flabby green, Sun-tanned, wind-wrinkled, leather-skinned land, Tough and wiry as an old cow hand. In lonely silence it rides the range, Day in and day out, without a change, Watching over sagebrush, keeping stray Live-oak trees from wandering away. From dawn [...]
October 3, 2009 | Read more »
Spring Song for a Very Young Tree
Not quite a tree until this spring, When birds with straw and bits of string Declared it ready to take part In ancient rites about to start. Not quite a tree until this May, When birds with secret things to say Pinned high upon its leafy breast The old proud emblem of a nest. Elizabeth-Ellen [...]
April 25, 2009 | Read more »
