HANNA'S WALK

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell… Read More

A Bit Shaken But Not Stirred

For a start it was like any other walk I’ve been on but then I came down to the lake. Once it was a necessity to pull off shoes and socks on this side of the lake when… Read More