Time for sitting in porch chairsThe birds chattering sounds fills the air Mr. Woodpecker drumming a soundLike a jackhammer to hard ground Nature is around fulfilling their actsI sit and ponder the nature facts They’re not late always work hardDecoration for greenish yards As I listen to their nature voicesI don’t...
When the Nest Is Empty A metal airplane sits on a stand right by his bed It was always the last thing he saw when he rested his small head Beside it sits a small wooden frame A picture of him and father after a game A few small things beside...
On any given day, We all went out to play Down to the hillside spring A small sack lunch we would bring Jumping off the rocks Into water cold as ice blocks Belly flopping all around No one cared about loud sounds The smell that filled the air Was the sweet...
It was a hard winter she survivedHoping, desiring for spring to arrive She practiced while the wind was blowingPirouettes, basic but beautiful turns flowing In her company a sea of bright pink sistersDancing, swaying, without any misters Some stay standing below her bowsThe dance of spring pulled off somehow
