A. Keith Clement
Bio
I write poetry and short stories it is a necessity for me. It keeps me happy.
Without knowing it until I was forty-seven, my life has been a work in progress that began in my youthful years as a child and has continued to this day.
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Me and Mother Nature
My day started in the usual way. I did the ordinary things I did every morning. Shaving, not being one of them. I picked up my clipboard headed for the outdoors. Once outside, I took a long deep breath. When exhaling, I could lightly taste the cedar and pine trees' fragrances that were floating in the crisp, fresh mountain air. Just to the left of the front door stands a warren rattan chair. That seems always to be inviting you to sit a spell. So I excepted the invite and sat down as I was taking in what I could see—all of which nature has given to me.
By A. Keith Clement5 years ago in Earth
I Was a Venturous Wondering Misanthrope
In my youthful teen years, I was a Venturous Wondering Misanthrope. I traveled lite, toothbrush in one pocket, seven-inch switchblade in the other (only for safety.) I hitchhiked across Edmonton, Calgary, and Vancouver. When it came time for the sun to rest, the skies exploded with an array of colors. I was amazed to see the aurora borealis floating across the heavens above. I met some great people stayed a day or two with a few.
By A. Keith Clement5 years ago in Poets
