written 1998
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…
Spring’s emerald buds upon a youth… Never thought of death, A verdant pointed star so powerful… Love’s rain from reaching ground, The crimson fan mirroring sunlit a…
Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…
Standing alone, Tall and proud A dew drop trickles across her bro… Lithely bending to the breeze, But never falling to her knees.
She was a gift to you America, fr… In celebration of the 100th annive… She came to you in a battleship, i… You built a pedestal for her, so s… You lit her torch and gave her a s…
You are her younger brother, Like you there is no other. They grew up having lots of fun, She regrets those days are done. It’s sad that childhood can’t last…
Working in the fields, stopping To rest in the shade. Their son four, asked his Dad. “What’s the Best Drink of All?” “Son, I don’t know.
What goes on in the underground? Beyond and beneath the warm, Serene fields of neutral conversat… Inside the hollow caverns, down In the dark tunnels where
He lies on a pillow of dreamless n… In a bed of damaged feelings. He sleeps in a room of forbidden t… In a house of bungled dealings. He lives in a town of lost hopes,
A simple four letter word With so much meaning. From the weaning of a child To the elder whom within this chil… So loving, so caring, so hated, so…
Holding her head up high, She tried to stand tall. She wanted to reach above the clou… And touch the heavens. The bitter night air pushed her do…
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…
The scent of a blossom So fragrant and frail Beauty of such quality As like told in a fairy tale. A symbol of life
Pain cuts, The jagged edge of an Ache in her throat... Makes her hurt; As she begins to feel
That which you have stolen Is in your potent hands. You hold it there securely Not letting a pulse be spared Of the ceaseless ache of love for…
