4-2024. Remembering a trip to my home town. Ready to go back next year!
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and