Author: moebwat

In the wee hours of the morning, my secure figureIt was always of my sweet mama working to secure A great start to the...

The Greens I’m happy on the greens.  The weeping willow scenes  the ducks, geese, and turtles  no sad, unhappy hurdles  soft cool gentle breeze  walking with such...

The road of friendship is sometimes like a testall streets are different, not all like the rest We form relationships with people under different...

Be present and clearSmile to all friends near The former days lost and long goneIt’s Time to write a new song The days rolled...

If I could push replayThe memory to pull up today It was a sunny day in JulyA scattering of birds in the blue sky...

you can never return to SeptemberThe things behind you burned bright now,only smoky embers Look straight ahead to days before youThe things you lost...

Whispering winds unseenFlowing shadows of green Limbs gently swayingVoices are saying The leaves days numberedSoon, Branches unencumbered Green will turn to bright firey huesYellows,...

Why do people become nostalgicThe brain fires up, and there’s a hit memory banks open widescenes poor out that cannot hide days of oldcolors...

If you are looking for me today,follow our path. You know the way past the grapevines sitting by the ridgeyou’ll find me atop of...