http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dream%20Hunter The original writings of author Dream Hunter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043716 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The floodwill always wash you downThewind will always blow you aroundBut nomatter what may come aboutDon’tever let your fire go out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1114199/ The skies are blue, the day is newThe sun is dancing above;The winter frost is blown and lostAnd spring’s come with life and love! The ice has cracked, and no stream lacksRushing waters clearThe flowers bloom out of the gloomWith spring there's nothing to fear! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1091649/ Dance me to the moon, my sweetTo the moon therein the skyDance me away from these troubled landsFrom these fields where perils lie. Sing your song once more, my sweetSing it as we roamOn the wings of eagles, flyInto the fading gloam. Hold me safe and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1090844/ The Wind of the Soul... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1090793/ A picture’s worth a thousand words,A sketch, a million thoughts.A color, pale or bold or blurred,Is something that is oughtTo mean an infinite number of thingsThat words can utter not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1052327/             Tono knew before he let his arrowfly that it would miss its mark. Sure enough, as the scrawny hare he hadtracked through the jungle sprang from its alcove under the thick brush, Tonoreleased his arrow and watched miserably as it arced through the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1045306/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1045273/ Part One: WalkSometimes life gets rough… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1020581/ Can Adelyn learn to love again? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/1020579/ I have a dream... and I will NEVER let it die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/998882/             Faith just barely saved herself from tumbling into the pit.             She'd come across it as she was meandering through the garden, crisscrossing the paths until she was sure she was on the right one. The one that l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/993993/             Faith's bare feet churned with recklessly wildabandon, slapping noisily against the wet cement. The noise might wake someonein the house, and draw attention to her, but Faith couldn't have cared less.All thoughts in her mind faded away but one that sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/990663/             Faith awoke with a startin the middle of the night. The house was utterly still, the room nearly black,lit only by the light of the moon through the screen of trees that blocked herwindow. Faith struggled to sit up, hampered by the heavy quilts la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/989540/             They had an extraordinarybirthday.            When they hadentered the house again, just before noon, Faith and Grace were both plenty ripe and hot and sweaty from the morning in the sun. Mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/988688/             "Ohhh..."             Hearing a sigh, Faithlooked over her shoulder at her twin sister, Grace. On the other side of thegarden, Grace had plucked a morning glory from the vines that twis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/987711/ Faith watched, frozen in place, as Grace floated lightly down to the ground and lay there. Her eyes were closed, hands folded neatly on her chest, and she seemed for all the world to be asleep.  But Faith knew she wasn't.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/987704/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/987703/ Simplicity at its bestFeathers silky and glossyRich satin plumageShe stands ever so knowinglyBlack eyes, watching allDelicate head poised highSo Still and pure.She curves her elegant black neckAnd preens her feathers With careful meticulousnessPlumage ruffled by her billAnd then smoothed dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/987151/ Many miles to walk before meNot so many left behind meBut already I am terribly tiredAll life and energy has expiredFrom my deadened limbs and heavy feetThat have trod a thousand fields of wheat Now billowing dust clouds up the airWhile I stoop beneath the sun’s hot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/985173/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/984274/ Chapter 2___________________________________________________________________________________________________________            Arthurthought about his parents often. Very, very often. Tonight, as he tossedrestlessly under the sheets, listen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/981194/ Chapter 1                His name was Arthur WilliamHampson. That much he knew, for sure and certain.                In 1908, ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/980453/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/980446/ Night Dream When thelast sliver of sunSinks 'neath the horizonWhen allthe air is coolThen can IbeContentedlyMe,myself, tonight. Thecity lights goneAnd thedusk wears onThe airsettles to a chillBut thattime is The time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/978614/ The beautiful harmony of living beauty and the silent moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/958891/ A short dialogue in the form of poetry between two good friends, comforting each other in times of hardship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/942802/ The silent beauty of the moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/939952/ Sunrise over a forest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/939166/ The glories of the forest... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/938444/ In honor of my best friend forever and her adorable cat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/936811/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/896352/ A discordant cacophony echoing up the airy stairs announced the waking hour at Greensbury Farm. When the clumsy new kitchen maid downstairs dropped a metal pot, a sharp clank resounded all throughout the house, and even burrowing under a mountain of blankets could not muffle the clamor of the farm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/895255/ Home is where your heart is... or is it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/895240/ As the days grow cold, the leaves grow old, but don't cool down with the air;instead they fade from pale green or sageto boughs of fiery amberSee the leaves of crimsonand those jewels of goldruby hangs from the treesthe forest transformsfrom dull trees by the shoreto a treasure of gem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/836725/ A mysterious little door... Does he dare open it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dream-Hunter/833306/