Unbroken spirits
Midst the heavens roar
On gilded wings they soar
Through the valley’s deep
Over stones they leap
Unbroken spirits
~Mark Schutter ©2016
~Mark Schutter ©2016
My fears alone are prowling in the dark, their hungry eyes see and haunt me. Â An invisible storm…
Believe in legend. Believe in the unexpected. Believe in myth. â—Š Believe in love. Believe in the miraculous. …
“What a beautiful day this is, Woodstock!” ~Snoopy
My reflection, softly floats on the surface of mirrored glass, staring back at me. It only takes, a…
This is the first chapter of the third section, Redeeming the Future, of my memoir Cowboys Are Not…