written 1998
Saddled with confusion and burdene… Perplexed in hectic wonderings, He struggles on alone. Striving for the greater height, i… He staggers on to win what’s right…
Where flowers bloom all year long, And the wind sounds like a beautif… Where bluebirds sing, And a tingling stream flows, A country of dreams where nobody k…
Close your eyes, little Rainbow C… And go back to sleep for a while Longer Back to the numbness where Pain can not sting
What did they pay for this rainbow… Here on their high plateau? Aching lungs and the northwind’s s… And drift upon drift of snow. What was the price of this jade gr…
What is it that makes them care? When the world makes them scared. What is it that makes them friends… When they are at their end. What is it that makes them vulnera…
Wandering aimlessly thru this maze… Intimately afraid of the darkness,… Reminiscent of the things, yet to… Standing in the sun, as the warmth… Crying with the thunder, as flashe…
Have you reached the Crossroads Of your life? Was the road clear or full of stri… Do you look back and give a wistfu… Turning for things and times gone…
They met in the valley far away fr… While stepping to the beat of the… Next day they caught the old horse… Water in Calico Rock and soon aft… He bolted down trail with heavy ho…
She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…
When you were born How happy she is, that As little as you could feel Her love for you is divine. Day by day as she sees you grow
She is a consumer in a living hell… She is manic-depressed Bi-Polar y… She takes pills, pills, pills. Th… There’s still lots of stigma. Too… But there will come a day when she…
April 19, 1995 Tears from the heart Fell on this April day; For the dead and wounded In bombed out ruins they lay.
She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch
On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,
Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,