In the wee hours of the morning, my secure figureIt was always of my sweet mama working to secure A great start to the day for her familycooking up breakfast to give us energy we never noticed how she would stand and shift her legswe sat greedily eating up our yummy...
The view from my front porch swingIt is a soul-soothing thing In the ballet, the hummingbirds danceTheir flapping wings put me in a trance it is hard to look awaywhen the squirrels are at play I watch the turtles slowly walkingblack crows above them, constantly talking The trees start to swayas...
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 ease I love the greens today I love the days I come and play I will remember you tomorrow It’s where I erase my sorrows I’m happy...
The road of friendship is sometimes like a testall streets are different, not all like the rest We form relationships with people under different road-like conditionssome bonds will be strong because we find a friend who listens If the road is rocky and hard to travel downWe might take a detour...
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 only make you blue days in your past created the moldYour memory will record and hold September gave you a little comfortLet October be your new sailing...
Whispering winds unseenFlowing shadows of green Limbs gently swayingVoices are saying The leaves days numberedSoon, Branches unencumbered Green will turn to bright firey huesYellows, reds, and oranges against a sky blue The whispering winds won’t lastWinter will make new shadows cast I’ll sit for the whispering showThe actors I intimately know...
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 me gold Shining days come thrutrying to break free from blue Those summer days on dusty roadsstopping briefly to unload our treasure trove of sticks and rocksnever...
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 the old girded bridge I’ll be staring at the tadpoles swimming just beneathin the clear glassy water running through the creek I go there sometimes when I’m...
