Carrie grew up in Holyoke, Colorado. This is a town on the eastern plains of Colorado, almost as far as you can go in Colorado before being in Nebraska. Cows, horses, other livestock, farming, and getting together with your neighbors…
Poem: The Middle Man
The Middle Man by Jonathan Kraft Written August 2005 Please don’t Hate me Or weight me Or try to debate me in the times when your intention is really to bait me I am the middle man Always stuck in-between…
Poem: Carry Wings Unbroken
Carry Wings Unbroken by Jonathan Kraft Written 3. June, 2005 So many places to travel new faces to meet new people to greet New hearts joining together Old spirits reuniting in ways only they could have planned, before living life…
Poem: Thoughts on EF and LC
by Jonathan Kraft Written 1. June, 2006 It seems so long ago but it was not so long ago, that I took what was good, and I crushed it. In a moment of carelessness, with a desire to experience something…
Poem: Where the Angels Play Ball
It is March 1994 and Jonathan is 14 when he writes this poem. This Is the Place Where the Angels Play Ball… Where the Angels Play Ball by Jonathan Kraft This is the place, where the angels play ball. They…
Two Travel Questions
Today, we have been nominated for travel awards on a website which will be mentioned later if we win. Among the questions they asked us were travel questions we are asked frequently. Here they are: What is your favorite travel…
Poem: What’s She Looking At?
What’s She Looking At? by Jonathan Kraft Written 15. February, 2005 What is she looking at? What has come to stare her in the face? Is it something she can control? Is it something she must learn to let go…
Poem: Otherwise, Get Off The Mountain
Otherwise, Get Off The Mountain by Jonathan Kraft Written 1. Feb. 2005 Climbing behind the climbers before me, on the mountain we all must conquer, I found myself asking, “How much longer?” “How much farther?” “Am I there yet?” And…
Poem: A Little Further Down the Right Road
It is March of 1994 and Jonathan is 14. A Little further down the right road by Jonathan Kraft What you feel in your heart, is more important than your head. What you write is more important, than what you’ve…
Poem: I Used to Create
I Used to Create by Jonathan Kraft Written 13. Jan. 2005 I used to create sacred space for the sacred things sacred time for what life brings A sacred heart space and all that means and created a thought for…