Teddy Dondanville


Water turns to snow and the earth begins its glow. A blanket swaddles the earth, except cold and not of the hearth. We animals seek refuge inside. Afraid of summer’s winter bride. Waiting, we try to survive. Only some are able to thrive. They are those who dealt with the froze. They are those who find the first rose.   

Up I climb, into the skies. Spent some time as mother’s eyes. Shared her breath, my legs they hung. Spent some time as mother’s lung.  

Into life I am born. In this life I perform. With this life I conform. By this life I am sworn.

The flatland has mountains too. You just can’t see them, you can only feel them. The mountains, they come in waves. Sometimes nonstop, other times not so much. Very rarely are they quiet, the mountains. Sometimes a low drone, other times a screaming whine. They, the mountains, are always cold and rarely warm. Sometimes chilling to the bone, other times cooling sweat. The flatland has mountains too, I say. You just can’t… Read More

Tall as mountains and Strong like a boulder. Listen to them, for they are older. Hard as ­­­­­wood but Soft as a lung. Here is where those monkeys hung. Deep as roots and Old as earth. It is to them, whom we owe our birth.

Today is a day A day Like all the rest Yet, we set it aside As if to show our pride To whom are we trying to prove that as one, we think we move? The fear inside Tells me its all just a ride But maybe Maybe It’s actually a look inside Two whom are we trying to show That as one, we go in the same flow? Perhaps it is… Read More

That Which Runs Without Us, Runs Within Us. We Are But Products, Of Our Environment.