When I studied jazz years ago at music school, I asked my piano teacher to write down some riffs and turnarounds, (melodies based off of chord progressions leading to a new chord or key...
A jolly good day for a drive, A jolly good day to be alive, To drive along a country road, No clouds, no rain, no fog, no sno… What a wonderful day today.
With my arms reaching up over head… I can feel the clouds sleeping in… I can smell their sweet breath so… Up through the effervescent air so… I can see winding meadows below so…
The most joyful feelings are those where there has been an abundance of sorrow, and where God’s comfort has been accepted. What better way is there to value relief than to be in dire n...
Primal sounds from mother’s lips The dawning of life Lullabies, the first language “Sleep little baby.” Rest your head in my cradle
Chariots of springtime in the air… Blowing with the wind in quiet gre… Lightly with the wind beneath thei… Dancing in the glen as the zephyr… Pollen scattered throughout the he…
Like wild animals, they encircle their cages looking for an opening to run free again. In their dreams, they are roaming through the forests and plains, but their spirits are still imp...
Readers As flowers catch the falling rain Readers catch everything to gain For knowledge is the corner-stone… And wisdom pushes the waves ashore
“Ahoy mates; a clearing up ahead and two degrees to the port side. I see the Angel of Mercy smiling through the broken black clouds along the horizon, the remnants left behind from the ...
She’s a coupon maniac alright. She gets her busy husband to drive her a million miles away for five percent off a hundred dollars for something she doesn’t need. It costs him ten dollar...
Longer days and shorter nights up… as Winter will begin yawning to go… But first we must wait a little wh… before the frozen ground becomes m… Mother Earth in her old age moves…
Bring forth thy sweetness and thy… A wild dream portrayed on every pa… A romp into the wilderness in the… A launching out into space of ever… A story of the first and never end…
Along a path came a man carrying a heavy back pack that made his legs bend under the weight. His one arm was carrying a sack of apples that he gathered up from an apple tree. In the ot...
Shy-eyed lady in forest glen, Lovely daughter of a beauty blend, Of a quiet mouth and lips of charm… Sweet whisperings of a fairy tale… With angel wings and slender feet,
The entrance to Martin’s Winding, my winding that I call my winding, decorated with emeralds and diamon… the camouflage covering up winter’… makes way for the inundation of sp…
