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Peace of Woods
Peace of Woods
Peace of Woods
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Peace of Woods

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An Anthology of observational essays, Peace of Woods contains some philosophical, humorous, and heart-warming personal experiences gleaned from the author's personal experiences.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 13, 2013
ISBN9781301870011
Peace of Woods
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Leola Harlan Crosley

I'm married, have three adult children, and three grandchildren. I have a Bachelors Degree in Letters, Arts, & Sciences from Penn State University, and a certificate in editing and proofreading from Rutgers University. My favorite hobby is playing Mountain Dulcimer in a local group, The Sandy Lick Mountain Dulcimer Players. I'm a person of faith, I love nature and the natural world. I'm a country girl, I love to fish and boat, but loved my visits to New York City. I've traveled the east coast of America, and the American West. Abroad I've been to Toronto, Canada; Guatemala, and Spain.

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    Peace of Woods - Leola Harlan Crosley

    Peace of Woods

    and other observations

    by Leola Harlan Crosley

    copyright 2013 LLCrosley

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product

    of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual person,

    living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Table of Contents

    Peace of Woods

    Why Are My Shoes Blue?

    Growing up with Primo

    The Underdog

    There’s Always Room

    The Apple or the PopTart

    Anticipation

    When I was a Child

    Broken Glass and Swedish Fish

    The Torture Chamber

    Cement Shoes

    Peace of Woods

    A spirit of optimism can’t help but overtake me when I wander through the sacred peace of woods, over templed hills, rejoicing in the beauties of nature, of outside places that can yield adventure, tranquility, or inspiration, depending upon how I choose to see.

    As I contemplate the trodden courses, I wonder, with which eye will I view this day’s wanderings? The artist in me will glorify in the unending variety of colors of that which I view, comparing the varying hues and textures, marveling at the beauty and complexity present in what a tamed person would dismiss as just a dandelion.

    To my artist’s eye, the majestic boulders strewn about the edges of the stream are ancient castles, timeless ruins in mossy disguises. Nature’s clouds paint the sky in pastel, feather-like touches, or massive splotches of pillowed white or deep gray, depending on her mood. Intricate patterns of hemlock over-layed stone, criss-crossed tree trunks interspersed with wild, thorny brambles, all branded by glowing rays of sun—everything I see, a masterpiece.

    If perchance I experience this day’s wandering as the poet in me, my footsteps will mark the rhythmic meter of words written by long-dead bards. "I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vale and hill If not a poem, then a hymn will spring to mind, and the wind and I will serenade the forest with the rhythm of countless leafy branches conducting our concert, All creatures of our God and King, lift up your voice and with us sing—Alleluia!"

    Perhaps this day’s walk will belong to the philosopher I am, and

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