Alas, her child, you listen to her… For she holds a story about the se… What is behind its placid shore? There’s more, her child, so much,… There is a dreadful thing down the…

Pain is so painful Pain is strange Pain is unpredictable Pain is living with someone Who doesn’t love you;

Big as the proverbial bull he blun… His way through fragments and shar… Insect-like things too delicate an… His complete understanding; While the fire reaches out past th…

What makes a Mother? Is it giving birth? She thinks no… She thinks she is that tireless fe… The one who stays up with you all… She is that indefatigable individu…

Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…

The way it is, the way it should b… To be. What else is out there for them to… They speak of nothing in search of… On their journey through this land…

Look at those hands Which hung at her sides When the softest Whisper of a kiss Surprised her forehead.

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…

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,

Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…

Did you know that you were special… That Love chose you to be, The Grandparents of an angel, That soon again they’ll see. You loved her very much,

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…

“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…

She wants you to be as nice as her… She wants you to be as big as her, She wants you to be just like her, But now she knows you’re not, not… There’s only one of her,

Oh what spell of magic could he we… Were his pen a magic wand, a wizar… Oh spell of joyous laughter sounds… For powerful’s the magic just one… But,...whwhaWhat’s haHappening he…