9-11-19
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
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.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
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…
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as