http://slow.writerscafe.org/MT_Sunbear The original writings of author Sunbear en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178462 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m so much at home in the high mountain peaks, Where the warblers and chickadees sing,With a clear dancing stream and tall aspen trees,And wild geese on the wing. I’m drawn to the rivers that sparkle and shine,Where herons catch fish with a fling,A col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1467091/ There is nothing quite like the howl of a wolf.  It is at the same time lonely, empowering,chilling, frightening, and exciting.  Itwill make your heart race and your spine tingle, and you cannot trulyappreciate it until you hear it - live - for yourself.  It is a sound that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1461734/ Are you the one To make me smileAnd feel attractiveIf for a while? Are you the oneTo light a sparkThat warms my heart From the endless dark?   Are you the one To hold my handAccept me and To understand?   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1445895/ Remember me -In every drop of spring rain,In every rainbow after a summer storm, In all the colors of autumn,In every crystal snowflake. Remember me -  In the song of the wind blowing through the treesIn every bitterroot that blooms on the hillsides,In the laughter o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1427266/ Today I belong to the trees,Leaves rustling soft in the breeze,Sun glimmering bright through their leaves,Today I belong to the trees. Today I belong to the meadow, I lie hidden in tall grassy shadow,Soft mounds ‘neath my head like a pillow,Today I belong t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1425647/ Rust and gold autumn leaves Waltzing with the wind on the forest’s ballroom floor Crunching beneath my feet. The crisp, fresh air of the bright turquoise sky             Stark in contrast to the golden l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1423024/ My favorite time of the dayFalls between evening and nightWhen the mountains are but silhouettesAnd the stars begin twinkling bright. The nighthawk takes over the skyAs the meadowlark nestles in bedA coyote serenades meAnd a bright full moon shines overhead.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1422124/ She stared out the window and held back a tear,   For the whole outside world she once held so dear Was passing her by, so quickly it felt,She sighed and considered the blow life had dealt. She knew not how, when or why it had come,But her soul fell deflated, her sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MT_Sunbear/1421879/