This is the last piece of my pioneer series, at least for now. Hope you enjoyed it!
Category: Nature and the outdoors
Chasin’ Fireflies
The original song of this title is on the following link, arranged and sung by Elanna Lund, who’s currently in a contest fundraiser. I’ve posted the link, so you can vote for her if you’d like. Below is another version I wrote as another poem in the Pioneer series, which I updated below.
Pa’s Overtime Pay
I recently updated this fictional poem I wrote for a pioneer project, inspired by the original song (and true event) which follows.
Spring Bling
I love snow and skiing, but after a long winter, I savor the brief, balmy spring days before the mosquitoes start biting. This year we’ve taken many hikes, feeling the bumpy ground gradually softening beneath our soles. We match our footwear to the ascending temperatures and descending precipitation levels, progressing from boots to shoes to…
Racing through the Seasons
Surrounded by the wilderness of northern Minnesota and southern Canada, I grew up as a child of absolutes. I could hardly have been anything else. Nature, and the One who moves her, is extremely orderly. By observing her, I gradually learned the rhythm of time, a march of the seasons mirroring the Creator’s immutability. I’m…
Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 2 part 3. Plus: This Fall-en World
Since this last Chapter 2 segment of Chase is so small, below it I’m also posting another updated seasonal vignette originally published in 2020. Betty Rawlings looked across her Bible at the two boys devouring her gingersnaps. “It’s good to see that my reading didn’t affect your appetites.” She tousled Forrest’s hair, then smoothed it…
The Secret of the Blueberry Patch
My genteel Southern grandma usually protected herself from our northern summer sun with a large-brimmed straw hat, tied under her chin with a big, colorful bow. When the wild berries ripened, she switched to a no-nonsense seed cap. Leading the march to the ditches or neighbors’ old cow pasture, she’d make us pick for hours….
Constance Colson-Clay 