Scott H. : Writing

Iditarod

Iditarod

A Poem by Scott H.


Based on a true experience of a winter-time car crash
Everest

Everest

A Poem by Scott H.


It is not always the far-off and exotic places that prove the most confounding
Woolgathering

Woolgathering

A Poem by Scott H.


I couldn't sleep last night, and this is the result
Dragons

Dragons

A Poem by Scott H.


They do exist, just not always in the ways that we might think
Highwayman

Highwayman

A Poem by Scott H.


I tend to find myself in my car more than anywhere else. So this is for Phyllis. A highwayman was also a lone, oft-outlaw rider of the past, making hi..
Wing

Wing

A Poem by Scott H.


A little ditty about our feathered friends
Winter's Lament

Winter\'s Lament

A Poem by Scott H.


Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who finds winter a sorrowful season, and if it's the same in other places
The Girls of My Wilder Days

The Girls of My Wilder Days

A Poem by Scott H.


I used to have some wild times with my chickie-girls, all of whom have gone on to their lives now.
Alone

Alone

A Poem by Scott H.


In all the universe, we can't be
Lionhearted

Lionhearted

A Poem by Scott H.


Oh England, my lionheart. I don't want to go.