Monthly Archives: February 2025

        By: Leo Lawton September 3, 2001 Sun peeking bravely, from a smoky, dingy sky, Storm clouds tumbling, like demons in a dance, Swirling, dashing, pirouetting to a drum I cannot hear, Thunder rolls, storm is nigh, I shall savor … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton September 9, 2009 Man, with his intelligence, could not control himself. A voice in the darkness pleaded for salvation, but none would listen, and there was overpopulation on the land. Man knew the earth could not sustain … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton July 12, 2009 The rain rests briefly on the mountain, then cascades gently to the sea. The silvery liquid droplets, flow downward endlessly. First they form a rivulet, which changes to a stream. This flows into a … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton July 13, 2009             He stared into the never ending darkness,             He searched for items that remained unseen,             He always knew, just what was about him,             because his sense of hearing was so keen. … Continue reading →

Leo Lawton January 22, 2001 A beat up old pocket knife my brother long ago shared with me. Two dimes, the dregs of a caffeine rush. A handkerchief stained with the blood of a forgotten wound, suffered by my grandchild.  … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton October 28, 2002 Deep dark furrow tipped to the early morning sun. Frost crystals glistening in startling brilliance. Tinges of golden clay from earth’s inner depths, arising in the misty throes of dawn. Seagulls hover and glide … Continue reading →

Leo Lawton February 28, 1998 I need a place, my own little space, far from the maddening crowd, Quiet things, like butterfly wings, are all that will be allowed, There will be no rages, no animal cages, everything shall be … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton July 2, 1999 You said you would love me, until the end of time, but you have found, a new path to walk, and I, no longer remain, within the boundaries, of your wildest imagination. I have … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton January 5, 2002 Beautiful bright September morning, terror strikes without any warning. Aircraft in building like a howitzer shell, smoke churning up from a burning hell. Panic stricken, charging down stairs, groups and singles, bunches and pairs. … Continue reading →

By: Leo Lawton November 13, 2013 As I trod along a country road, I heard a church bell ring, and as I entered through the door, I heard the choir sing. They sang to me of Jesus Christ, who on … Continue reading →