Sitting in the crook of a treequietly Hiding, so no one sees me Life is happening all aroundMy happy smile Finally, I found I’m not sure where she’s been hidingI lost myself and stopped confiding Years of hoping and always trustingTime moves too fast; don’t sit rusting climb down and face...
A rope swing hanging from an old oak treeWhen I spied idle dandling there, it inspired a desire in me My dad had hung it there when I was a littlegirlI can still hear his laughter as he watched mybouncy curls I swung so many days with no earthly cares at...
There’s a haunting sound of the train on the tracksConstantly rolling down the line, Then races right back That Chug a chug a soundrolling on thin metal, shaking the ground the train car loaded with the graincausing the echoing of that sad refrain The whistle blows as she goes moving alongshattering...
My granddad told me stories aboutWay back whenOf when to let things go and whenI should defend He taught me things about theplanting of a fieldThe way the garden grows and howit gives its yield The names of all the plants and varieties ofcolorful flowersI still recall when ugly Feelings come...
Indian paints, tulips, and butterfliesThrough my lens, colorful passerbys Orange, purple, pinks, and yellowsSome are Miss’s, and some are fellows Majestic purples, fiery oranges, volcanic redsbutterflies hovering above milkweeds head Quickly capture their acting daystomorrow is too late to catch their ways Please don’t pass it by, don’t hidelife is a...
There is a beauty in life unheardIntriguing sounds without a spoken word I look around at the beautiful treesbending swaying, moving with ease They have a plan; they’re going somewherestarting over every year without a care the birds of heaven flying highthe picturesque look makes me sigh even the birds work...
The things that bug meYou cannot always see The most enjoyable natural soundsin the quietest of places Are found They are never absent or delinquent.unbeknownst to each other, ideally in sync Nature harmonizes as if in a concert auditorium.The countryside is where their acoustics house them They are an architectural wonder...
when I was a young girl, people caused me to cryAs I think back to my childhood, I’m not even sure why What I remember are those words my dad alwaysofferedHe would sit me in his lap, look into my eyes to make sure I heard Molly Bee, whatever happened, let...
I will meet you down the hillpast the old bridgeWhere the Jasmine is in full bloomat the end of the ridge Let’s run together to our sandy bottomcreek bankClimb on our rock, feet in the water together sink Lay back and look up At the cornflower blue skyNeither of us speaks;...
