written 1998
An hour of leisure in the garden Like a song expressless in words A symphony composed in heaven Sung best by soft winds and birds. Enjoy your leisure in the garden
Moving through the water As graceful as can be What can it be? She moves closer to see. Soon she is near
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
Thousands of times Over and over again Expressing his heart and mind Staying out of the summer rain Writing his feelings over and over
“The whole of this afternoon, for… To dally among the flowers, And I shall recall some lyrical v… For these hours. Shall I tell about Helen of Troy…
To be going to school, at this her… At a thirty-five! She MUST be… To have to work, work, work, And study, Oh! so hard. Where teachers, students, and staf…
She is surrounded by people but sh… No one understands her or what goe… She has many friends and much fami… But the real her she can not let t… What if they were to laugh and tur…
Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…
The great people fall The creek beds go dry. The great buffalo are slaughtered. The trees no longer stand so many… All these things die,
The sun so bright Gives them light It’s so romantic at the Beach But not at night
Hate surrounds their lives. It is in what they say or do. She doesn’t relish living this way… ...How about you? There must be something they can a…
Kind words can wipe away a tear Softly spoken will erase fears Kind words can heal the wounds Gently and patiently said—morning… Kind words are a blessing to the b…
She eternally sleeps, Forever seventeen, In the ground Beneath Poseyville. Just a face in the crowd
Her friend’s long skirt makes plum… She lies here listening to the whi… That sends its ancient answers far… And tries to pull their meanings i… Elizabeth is bending near the shor…
Still water in the beaver pond Songbirds tune to a trumpeter swan Willow waves like a maestros wand Ol’ Chickahominy sings her song Big ol’ bullfrog singin’ bass