My Secret Place

My Secret Place


I sit here quietly looking out from within.

The air is soft, a whisper of wind.

A babbling brook is singing a song.

The gander and his wife, trooping along,

Wandering past my secret place, a place built strong.


A wild turkey stops in his tracks,

It looks at me, only to turn, and walk back,

To be replaced by the hens from the hay,

Who cackle and chatter, in a tongue so gay.

Unaware of the secret place where I lay.


The babbling brook, still singing without end.

It runs straight by and turns right at the bend.

Runs deep into the reeds and out of sight.

As the sun hides behind the mountains might.

And the day turns dark and marries the night.

I am still at rest, looking out from within


Terrance Frank Lazaroff, CD

China 2003

ABOUT Terrance

Terrance is a retired Canadian Armed Forces Logistic Officer who traded his military uniform for a potter's wheel, when he retired in 1991.

Terry is presently working out of his studio, located in Longueuil, (St-Hubert,) Quebec, Canada.  You can find out more about him  here.


MY GLAZE RECIPE COLLECTION My glaze recipe collection has been collected from around the world.  I will publish a new recipe from time to time.  Some are tested and others are not.   You are invited to try the recipe and let me know if it should be continued or discarded.
MY COLLECTION OF  ARTICLES               I From time to time I find a great article written by a artist in the ceramic community.  When I find on that I believe will assist my fellow potters and ceramicist I will publish it on my site.   You are invited to submit articles for publication.