Author Archives: oldmainer

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.

Approaching Tide

There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, that does not know and respond to the mysterious forces that create the tide.Rachel Carson

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A Touch Of Gold

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” ― Kahlil Gebran

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Horizon

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Spring Thaw

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New Day

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Frigid Boughs In Black and White

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Dusk

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Pre-flight

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese. Hal Borland

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Showoff

How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.John Burroughs

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When I Grow Up

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