Rhythmic Stories

The pages turn once in a lifetimeNo going back to revise the last line Now long recorded in hallsof year’s past Days we thoughtwe had plenty...

She could not open the door Never been locked before Now it would not open She tried and tried but finally           ...

One of my favorite memories as a small childIt was an afternoon in late June, my memory somehow filed My brothers, sisters, and I walking together...

Dark clouds pass by and block the sun Causing difficult days for everyone Never feel hopeless or give in to complaining Disturbing times can be compassion...

Hillside Wildflower A show of color On ground cover A Glistening dance As they prance Unlikely sisters Dancing with misters Two stepping Waltz blitzing  Never any...

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...