the air is cool and crispBlond hair escaping just a whisp Galloping along on a purebred horseOn a dirt trail, no particular course Escaping your usual normRiding away to silently mourn All the bubbling words in the airSpoken radically, no thought or care Galloping along toward colorful fieldsWildflowers overflowing with a...
The old willows limbs gently sway in the breezeSmall children playing underneath doing as we pleased Making mud pies in old tin cansWaiting to be eaten by unsuspecting fans Mom never had to worry or wonder where we’d beShe knew our favorite hangout was underneath that willow tree There were no...
Watching June bugs on a warm summer nightThey hit the window pane as they dance to the lighton a lazy June bug night They’ll flap two sets of sturdy wingsAs you quietly rock on your front porch swingListening to the music of their flapping wings singWhat a lazy June bug night...
Bullfrogs Serenade I heard the voice of a bullfrogas I approached, he jumped on a log a funny, deep tuba soundwater amplified his croak all-around a lazy day in JuneI enjoyed my tuba tune bullfrog’s singing on a sunny afternoonI hate for them to leave so soon I watch them as...
I will take butterflies and flowersOver mansions and high towers Open fields where wildflowers growA tiny little garden I can hoe The sounds of the songbirdsTree frogs croaking heard Blue skies that appear endlessThe Honeysuckle smell tickles my senses The noises around me only sedateUnlike man’s on my nerves, grate Find...
The treetops are alive with singing up highThe Gathering Blackbird’s readying to fly The branches shake rapidly aboutHeavy with blackbirds in sync, a shout They are singing in unison nowSome scatter a shadow; oh wow Flapping wings quickly flowPutting on a grand Ariel show You can tell when predators aboutIt’s perfectly...
In the background of a lot of our old pictures Was this a massive rock? It was a permanent fixture It brought childhood memories to my mind to see My brothers and sisters played with me The big rock across our road was our playground If we weren’t in the house,...
some days in our summers away from schoolas children, there were times we would act the fool I remember my mama would always sayyou both know better than to act that way Then after she couldn’t take it anymoreshe looked our way and said out the door if you can’t get...
Shakespeare once wrote: “Of all flowers, methinks Rose is best.” But, still, I think there is a beauty when rose petals are at rest The Rose...
