Happiness Abides
When happiness abidesWhat a shifting of tides A new day beginsAll the madness now ends You look around, you’ll seeNow, every man is free Abundant healthy food on displayClean water and air, no toxic decay Yes, when happiness finally arrivesAll...
The Photograph
Funny how you remember that dayGuess old dreams came out to play Standing by the corner of the houseWaiting for brothers to come pounce Summer days begin echoing no more days of schoolTime to head to the creek, our countryside...
Autumns Colorful Dance
The Dance of the Falling LeavesAs The wind picks up, leaves shake and pranceBlowing every way doing a colorful dance Each leaf is different from the otherCreating a beautiful prism of color But their dance won’t last for longAs they...
Indian Paintbrush
Indian Paintbrush The Navajo women saw beauty all around She would weave the flower she saw growing on the ground Her poles were staked out and measured to height On the upright looms, no moving parts to fight Her eyes...
Bull Shoals
Bull shoalsOn the shoreline of the Bull ShoalsRaised the bodies of three small souls In silence, they’ve rested thereNot to have seen worldly cares There could have beenNow losses, not wins Sweet innocent girlsSuch lives are not unfurled In a...
Memory
Some days, the memories flowOn other days, no thoughts will show The mind is such an incredible thing, and yet it can be so fragileThe edges of clarity it can bring, then shadows invade for a while The days and...
Summers End
The sultry days of summer wind downLeaves lying brown on the moist ground The subtle green huesThey drowned out the blues Now only soft oranges and redShouting out loud beauty is up ahead The colors of the leaves of fall...
Genes
Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time so clear Mother’s voice says, stand still boysThere’s plenty of time to play with toys Blue Jeans brand...
GRANDAD WAS
I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back to when I was threethat was my first real memory that to this day I can...
New Blue Jeans
Brand new Blue Jeans Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time so clear Mother’s voice says, stand still boysThere’s plenty of time to play with...