Meet Anna Gary

To my family and friends, I want to take a moment to introduce you to Anna Gary.

Anna, a fellow Texan, has been and continues to be a tremendous blessing to me in that she makes my writing come alive with her artwork, allows me to pick her brain at any time of the day or night and doesn’t scream when I toss her head first into new or difficult situations.  

Before Barn Town, Anna was an abstract painter with a big heart, a great talent and a love for all of God’s majestic creation.  She has brought all of that drive, all of that enormous love and creativity to the residents of Barn Town.

God brought us together through a lovely lady and fellow author, Ann Jones, and I am extremely grateful.  My hope and prayer is that Anna and I have a long and prosperous career ahead of us and that you will learn to love Anna as I do.

 

No room for me….

I was working on my laptop and had reached a spot where I could take a break. Turned around and saw my bed, which clearly said “no room for me”.  For some reason reminded me of a poem, but first the picture I took.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
   Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
   Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
   The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
   That live in this beautiful sea;
   Nets of silver and gold have we,"
            Said Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
   As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
   Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
   That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
   Never afraid are we!”
   So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home:
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
   As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea;
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.