Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly, Curles, dimples and apple pie, Running ‘round the running rooms, Connecting with all, that aren’t s… Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly,

Billy Snide took the evening tide To the land of New Beginnings He took his heart, he took his dog… And he took his Lottery winnings. It wasn’t far past his former haun…

The morning’s Sun peaks From behind black faced skylines That wait to be seen. Then the Rooster crows In hopes of waking others

To Moonlight-Tango, lovers dance across the light then back to shadow. Hammock time is ours as the sea consumes the sun

What the mind conceives From books and dreams And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith…

I’d like to be a balloon today Something lite so I could drift a… Off to places where only balloons… Like Circuses, Carnival, and Par… Places where people take a break a…

There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this early Christmas morning And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…

The Dragonfly Zips along the river’s edge Its wings make the sound of the be… It hovers For a moment

There is someone’s sad song In each lonely heartache, There is some kind of beauty In a face stained with tears. There is someone for each one

Like waves of the sea, The grain fields moved, Grasping the ambulant eye. In this place of the beaver, The lumberjack and weaver;

The iron gates screeched, as they… And ghastly shapes found their way… An old hag, dressed in a hooded cl… Cracked her whip and gave orders t… Six ghosts bound in chains, groani…