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Coming Fall 2012
Professional adventure rider Dave Harrold has written an edge-of-your seat, action-adventure story based on his real life round-the-world motorcycle trip in the Summer of 2010. Come along for the ride in September of 2012!
Dave Harrold has been an adventure rider for more than forty years. In addition to his round-the-world trip in 2012, he has traveled through South America, North Africa, Central America, and Mexico. He is currently planning a summer trip to Morocco, Algiers, and Tunisia.
Doctor Ouch by Kornei Chukovsky
Translated and illustrated by
Jan Seabaugh
A Dog Called Leka by Willard Manus
Where Does the Water Come From?
by Aminjon Shookuhi
Translated by Karim Khodjibaev and
Moukhabbat Khodjibaeva
Illustrated by Jan Seabaugh
Why do you read, and what do you read? Let us know by e-mailing us at vsp@vivecasmithpublishing.com or by filling out our contact form. We will publish your answers here. Also, submit poems that you love, either your own original work or a personal favorite.
National Poetry Month is over, but that doesn't mean we should stop reading poetry. We are leaving The Seafarer up, since the poet demonstrates a deep understanding of the longing and desire to keep moving toward our dreams, even when those dreams mean stepping beyond a traditional existence. Look for different poems here on a regular basis.
from The Seafarer
Trees are budding and towns are fair,
Meadows kindle and all life quickens,
All things hasten the eager-hearted,
Who joyeth therein, to journey afar,
Turning seaward to distant shores.
The cuckoo stirs him with plaintive call,
The herald of summer, with mournful song,
Foretelling the sorrow that stabs the heart.
Who liveth in luxury, little he knows
What woe men endure in exile’s doom.
Yet still, even now, my desire outreaches,
My spirit soars over tracts of sea,
O’er the home of the whale, and the world’s expanse.
Eager, desirous, the lone sprite returneth;
It cries in my ears and it urges my heart
To the path of the whale and the plunging sea.
Anonymous
ca 800
Translated by Charles Kennedy
National Poetry Month is over, but that doesn't mean we should stop reading poetry. We are leaving The Seafarer up, since the poet demonstrates a deep understanding of the longing and desire to keep moving toward our dreams, even when those dreams mean stepping beyond a traditional existence. Look for different poems here on a regular basis.
from The Seafarer
Trees are budding and towns are fair,
Meadows kindle and all life quickens,
All things hasten the eager-hearted,
Who joyeth therein, to journey afar,
Turning seaward to distant shores.
The cuckoo stirs him with plaintive call,
The herald of summer, with mournful song,
Foretelling the sorrow that stabs the heart.
Who liveth in luxury, little he knows
What woe men endure in exile’s doom.
Yet still, even now, my desire outreaches,
My spirit soars over tracts of sea,
O’er the home of the whale, and the world’s expanse.
Eager, desirous, the lone sprite returneth;
It cries in my ears and it urges my heart
To the path of the whale and the plunging sea.
Anonymous
ca 800
Translated by Charles Kennedy
