Blowin In: The Poet
The landforms rise in stunning, grass covered peaks. The birds cry and fish for their supper.
Blowin’ In: Queen of Peace
By Sue Mangan
“Nine- and-fifty swans…Scatter wheeling in great broken rings…And now my heart is sore…All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,The first time on...
Blowin’ In: Clarity
Caught between winter and spring, the birds sense the need for a new herald. One of creation. One of hope. Nature speaks her own language.
Animals sense change before humans. Birds
Blowin’ In: Milk and Fire
A Blow In is someone new to that area - the Power of poetry, memories, great writing and actively engaging in life - from an Italian girl immersed in the Irish community