(2014)
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.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
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
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,