the e. g. runyan blog

Photo credit to Andy Holmes on Unsplash. Never Succumb to the Sea I was a lad on my Grandfather’s knee Hearing the tales of the captive...

The Greatest Tree I was a tree I grew up tall Waved in the breeze Fell in the fall I wanted a purpose To do something more Something to...

We’re Close To the End Turning the page A smile did lend She smiling said, “We’re close to the end!” Late evenings at home The rain fell...

Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone! I hope you have a day full of potatoes, jigs, and maybe some leprechauns... Ireland Four leafed...

What Can I What can I say That won’t give me away? The rain pours down On the village green. What can I do That will lead me to You? The...

I think that the human voice is by far the most beautiful instrument. I have been to several choral concerts and am in a choir myself,...

I love hay-bales. How they shine in the sunlight. How they smell so sweet. I have many memories of jumping from bale to bale in bright...

I'm sure I'm not the only one who has stood outside and watched a storm roll in. It's exhilarating to feel the wind pick up, to see the...