Visions On Vine

Visages staring from branches o’ shrubbery Perennial renderings in tree and bush exhibition Unfailingly stern or melancholic in façade None smile at yeti, dans le beau jardin What intimation thy presence moot.   Why face mournful evergreen verdure? Fauna existence akin to sapiens morose? Plant Prozac may uplift from mental canker Lavender lithium may sooth…

Two Eras of Intrepid Explorers

This morning, I was surprised to learn that 241 years ago to the day Captain James Cook started his third and final voyage……………. It only seems like yesterday he left Plymouth, accompanied by a hail of musket fire, well-wishers badinage and the sound of Rod Stewart’s I Am Sailing. The principal objective of his third voyage was to find the…