Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…