http://slow.writerscafe.org/gaelwildflower The original writings of author Eve en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027216 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Youtalk of ages past when there were heroes,Menof strength and valor, great fighting men.Well,their memories have gone and left peace in its placeAndwe see no need to bring them back a-gain.There’sa younger market you must keep in mind;There’sdreams of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gaelwildflower/1068082/ I.The leaping flames of life andpassion are burning in the ever watchful windows of our North Atlantic homes.They dance merrily to therhythmic pulse of the great Ocean drum that beats in time to the beat of ourhearts.What has kept us here so long?What sweet, gentle breeze has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gaelwildflower/1068075/ Looking at current events, it looks like it's endgame for us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gaelwildflower/1068069/ A friend of mine recently started a little role-playing game, in which we are buccaneers sailing the great Atlantic. I wrote this shanty as a result. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gaelwildflower/1068062/ Come, O Morning, come, O Day,Chase the darkened night away,'Til the evening shadows come,'Til God's Glory outshines the sun.Stand we here among the heather,To the sacred earth we are tethered,'Til the dawning of the dayWhen Our Lord shall descend our way.Look not to the hills, look not to the trees,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gaelwildflower/1038949/ It's not really a story, but a description of how I feel when I stand at the edge of the world, which to me is at Two Lights park on the coast of Maine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gaelwildflower/1038938/ I love autumn. It is a magical time when the trees are changing color and shedding their crimson gowns for the winter. This is a song of my love for autumn and the God Who gave us this season. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gaelwildflower/1038920/