Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Pines Are Alive With The Sound Of Music

Posted on August 30, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south – Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth Did make as to devour While everything to corners … Continue reading →

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Goodbye, But Not Farewell

Posted on August 29, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

The old man smiled.  “I shall not die of a cold, my son.  I shall die of having lived.” Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop   “They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their … Continue reading →

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The Smell of Woodsmoke

Posted on August 23, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

I shall build me a house where the larkspur blooms In a narrow glade in an alder wood, Where the sunset shadows make violet glooms, And a whip-poor-will calls in eerie mood. I shall lie on a bed of river … Continue reading →

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Dear Bob:

Posted on August 17, 2015 by Gavin Stevens

There is a song by Rodney Crowell entitled “Things I Wish I’d Said” that ends with this couplet: No, I don’t have to live in dread Over things I wish I’d said You probably never heard of Rodney Crowell, or, … Continue reading →

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