Articles by 'Marilyn K. Neulieb'
Give Me the Lines that Nature doth Hold; Give me the fringe That fingers a beach.
by: Marilyn K. Neulieb
“For I’d rather be thy child and pupil in the forest wild”
Henry Thoreau
Solitude. I hear the ri...
by: Marilyn K. Neulieb
Wing’ed Beauty
Dragonfly, you wing’ed beauty,
Light upon my finger, please.
S...
by: Marilyn K. Neulieb
