In an old house in the Valley by the woodsAn old crumbling house barely stood my daddy always told me to stay away from thereThe reason why he never really cared to share So, one day, I ventured thereI’d probably get a spanking, but I didn’t care Curiosity had gotten the...
No man can claim the moonThe ocean deep stirring up typhoons The sunset demands respect every dayNo man can direct its beautiful rays The years as they roll on with the days and seasonsMan doesn’t even know all the reasons Why the smallest hummingbird seeks nectar from the flowerInstinctively drawn there...
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 his stories when sad...
Autumn of timeYou can never return to SeptemberThe things behind you burned bright now,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...
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 training I’ll say this: Take it for what it is worth For a silver lining, you need to search Under the cloud with the silver...
Your best days are the ones you liveWhen you gave all you had to give With No regrets, no looking backThere are no more options on your track As your life passes before your eyesYou see all the happy and sad sighs, As the memories pass nearYou now have nothing to...
Life is a window looking outOpen it wide; don’t whisper, shout When you find you have nothing to doGet outdoors, change up your view Don’t sit and wishGet out and fish Watch the squirrels as they racePuts a smile on your face When water meets the skySnap away as you sigh...
The little girl was displacedRegarded as trash, a scorned race The Indian Removal ActAn ugly governmental fact Their ancestral homelandThe government banned West of the Mississippi River, they wentTo the designated area now sent Exposure, disease, and starvation along the routeMany more they would simply shoot. Many died on the trail...
Some days, it seems we are a feather in the wind We start out somewhere, never knowing our end Can you gather the scattered feathers nowLong carried by the wind, I don’t see how We cannot recoup the year flow fastThe newness of the feather can’t last Traveling flight paths with...
