The Eagles Cry is set in Oklahoma in 1950 after decades of events that have tested the fiber of family and community strength; The Dust Bowl, the Great Depression, and World War II. As a community emerges still intact from these external adversities, they discover that an internal malevolence may be their downfall. A murderer has suddenly started killing women and children in the particularly unworldly, small town of Bugtussel. People are afraid for their families, and afraid of one another, as the only outside suspects in the case, the hobos, have spread the word to avoid Bugtussel. Now a community must look within to see who among them is trying to tear them apart. Meet colorful characters like Hobo Moses, Ole Grannie Wise Owl, Sam Snakekiller, Billy, the goat, and Ole Dolly, the horse, through the experiences of two little girls, Gracie and Willie Jones. In the tradition of To Kill a Mockingbird large social issues tested by childhood innocence become less complicated and more terrifying. With these two adventuress and imaginative little girls, though, a family and ultimately a community find out how to rise up on wings like eagles and overcome the storms. Book Excerpt Granpa Shares a Vision Gracie had awakened suddenly. She heard the front screen groan as Granpa opened and closed it. She heard the creek of protest from the porch as he let himself down on his favorite spot just to the right of the steps. She climbed out of bed trying not to wake Willie, but before she could slip her dress over her head and get out the door, Willie was beside her. They came as quietly as they could through the protesting front screen and silently crept into Granpas lap. Listen, he whispered. Watch. The eastern light turned crimson as the world became brighter around them. The rooster dutifully announced the beginning of another day. The chickens emerged clucking, milling around, scratching for the early worm, and occasionally fighting over it. Willie wriggled to get a more comfortable position. Gracie held her breath. Something about Granpa told her this was very important to her. Look. It was almost a sigh. The girls gaze followed Granpas pointing finger to the sky. They saw a small, dark spot on the horizon, appearing as if by signal from Granpa. Soon a great bird came closer. As it grew near, another approached. They are high, high, Gracie thought. Then she heard a cry from the first; an answering cry from the other. The clearness, the sharpness of the call touched something deep inside her. She heard Willies sigh of awe. Thats the eagle, Granpa said. The eagles circled, calling to each other. One came close and rose again with a cry. Gracie was lost in them. She felt their freedom and joy burst in her heart. She cried from joy. Willie held tighter to Granpa. The chicken noises faded away and the three of them were lost in the eagles. The three were eagles. They were flying in the heavens calling to each other recognition as they passed. Granpa held them close, his love like a warm comforter. When your father died, he said, I had a time of anguish and bitterness. I couldnt seem to get out of the darkness around me. Then, Jesus gave me a vision. I saw ice-topped mountains, with several eagles flyin amongst them. Each time one would pass the other, they would cry in recognition to each other. They flew high above the earth, tangled in nothin; their eyes on heaven. Granpa was quiet for awhile, then he said with compassion, Without the joy of the Lord, life is like them chickens over there. Heads close to the ground, peckin out a livin, fightin over the earth worm. I was like that rooster, risin early in the mornin and gettin lost in the earth and scratchin. Sadness was there for a moment. Then, he finished, I learned some things you jist had to turn over to the Lord, and fly with the eagles. They both hugged Granpa close. Im a

After the death of George Washington, a fledgling America is thrown into turmoil by the growth of a two-party political system, the machinations of an ambitious Aaron Burr, and a growing French presence in the West.

Falcon MacCallister, a loner and a legend, ends the life of a young gunslick in a split-second hook and draw, and once again becomes the most wanted man in the West. From the Arizona border to the shadows of the Dragoon Mountains, he must fend off a ruthless posse that has sworn vengeance.

**Winner of the 2006 American Horticultural Society Book Award** The Art of the Japanese Garden is the only historical overview of Japanese gardens that covers Japanese gardening culture in one beautiful book. Japanese gardens are rooted in two traditions: an indigenous prehistoric tradition in which patches of graveled forest or pebbled beach were dedicated to nature spirits, and a tradition from China and Korea that included elements such as ponds, streams, waterfalls, rock compositions and a variety of vegetation. The Art of the Japanese Garden traces the development and blending of these two traditions, as well as the inclusion of new features as gardening reached new heights of sophistication on Japanese soil. 300 full-color Japanese garden illustrations and photographs highlight notable gardens in Japan, including graveled courtyards, early aristocratic gardens, esoteric and paradise gardens, Zen gardens, warrior gardens, tea gardens and stroll gardens. Also included are sections on modern trends and Japanese gardens in other countries.

From the ranching country of Northern Nevada to the wilderness of Alaska’s Yukon Valley, two young people from different parts of America find love while running for their lives. Julie King, the young daughter of wealthy Jordan King, has never been away from her overprotective family or her secluded ranch. Now, all of a sudden, she is thrust into the hands of kidnappers and taken to the interior of Alaska where she is subjected to a lifestyle she could never have imagined. Terrified and lost, she now has to depend on one of her captors to try and escape. The continuing saga of the King dynasty, this book is a sequel to FLAME IN THE DESERT. It is the story of one young man’s heroic efforts against overwhelming odds, to rescue a beautiful stranger from the hands of a twisted woman, bent on continuing revenge.

I chose the title “A Poemers’ Poemerings” because it means (for me), that of someone to whom is always writing, about something, anything, and its odd and catchy at the same time, and it’s the main title for the series that I am writing in volumes, too many to put all into one book. I think of my poems, “all”, as individual artworks, all their own, a completeness – from start to finish, a journey, a path, a message that will inspire, mesmerize, intrigue, and take you to that deepness that hasn’t been felt or known of your own self. Allow yourself to think for out there to see what each one is telling you! Envision the poem and let yourself see the answers to your own thoughts of these pieces of artworks.