Very near the top of my list of passions are my love of nature and natural things.

Along bramble and brier,
He scampers in my mind,
A blink--- stir of tail,
A whisker flicker in the wind.

With eyes the color
Of Heaven above,
Set in brown--- brown as
Autumn's fur rug.

His inquisitive nose
Upturns with his tail,
He had me--- trained
Very, very well.

A morning paw in my eye,
A river roaring in my ear,
There goes my Tom--- Sparkplug,
Dancing to chimes in the wind.

His favorite violet
On the window sill,
Sits lonely--- now
As tiny violet buds appear.

Sheryl Hamilton Chaney
Shakespearian Festival
Essays And Papers
Favorite Places
My Prose
Summer Fun
White Dove Flying
Winter Wonderland
From The Mountains To The Sea