Early in the morning, not quite the night When everyone’s still sleeping tucked in tight There’s only the sound tick-tock tick-tock In the kitchen, as it echoes from a clock I listen for a moment to its rhythmic sound Not feeling too disturbed, I write words down That sound echoes, that...
There are few days when life smiles back Not too many, so maybe you should keep track Every once in a while, when you least expect it A pair of cooing doves, or babies laughter is sent Most days are full of anguish that’s unexpected We just adapt move on not easily...
March Winds The March winds are known to blow Whipping the wind every where it goes The seasons change four times a year Every Season holds something dear Summers fun comes in June Bringing with it changes to the moon When September rolls around Fall foliage will soon cover the ground ...
Under the colorful canopy of the Heliconia Lives a family of seven little green frogs sitting as they own her Heliconias are called Lobster claw plants Just look at her stems, you’ll figure that out From Australia to most of the coastal regions You’ll see her blooming bright colors through seasons Her...
The path before me in the hollow of the woods Is a calming walk I’ll remember forever as I should Your view is the steps in front of you And the scenery you pass as you walkthrough The feelings it evokes is like a river grand Where the sky meets the...
(Squirrels playing around the Oaktree The first thing this morning that’s what I see The snow didn’t keep them inside today They were anxious to get out and play Digging down deep in the glistening white snow Searching for the acorns buried last fall below They find what they need to...
Tear’s free-falling down my face I try to dry them as my heart races I need the sunshine through my window so dark clouds can quietly, please go a blanket of sadness enwraps me today All of life’s pleasures are losing their way I’ll find them again another day when this...
Every Year this Robin comes to our place and makes her nest on the ledge Above the mailbox WAKE UP TO SPRING If no calendars existed to keep track of the seasons I would know spring was arriving because Robins would be singing Busy building a nest from dried grass upon...
There was a city park in the next town overDown south hill about three miles from the Glover’s In the summer, mother dropped her big brood offWith instructions not to leave the park or Get Lost! The big slide was where all the action was going onThe swings were always full...
