The west coast of FLA. is hot in the summer but there is always a breeze and water to cool off in or so I remember when I was a child.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,