http://slow.writerscafe.org/hitthispuppy The original writings of author Robert Scott Sole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776351152 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Water tap-dances on tin roofs,announcing a change,interrupting the howling winter wind as it moves throughfrozen meadows,singing the same song,day after day,out of tune, and never improving;a freight train's distant whistle,calling to lost soulsas it whips across frost-nipped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hitthispuppy/1512254/ I observe bedtime prayersfrom beautiful cathedralsof Pine and air...and I am heard.I commune wherewater flows Simon-pure, from mountain streams and brooks...and I am watered.The wind fills the empty spaceswhere blue skies break freefrom wall forming creeds;the sun warms me as I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hitthispuppy/1512235/