by Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp
Looking for my children down by the creek I found these flowers growing wild among the weeds and tall grass. Struck by their vivid colors I stopped to admire them.

Rating: 4.0/5

by Lori-Hadorn Disselkamp
Cut down, saw dust, splinters of wood remain where once there was a mighty tree. Out there in the open field for all to see and the living trees in the background a view of what once existed before it was transformed into merely a stump, a shortened version devoid of life.

Rating: 4.0/5

by Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp
This will make you feel Good Friday.

Rating: 5.0/5

by Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp
Alone in a cardboard box curled up tightly in a fetal position, head buried under my sleeping bag, I prayed for you tonight.

Rating: 4.0/5