written 1998
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…
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…
The Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”
Much is different now than then, At least it’s not as things have b… (Thank Love!) She’s looking for a friend who can Overlook her sins.
Snow swirling from mountains ascen… Whitecaps racing from the shore wo… Crescendos cascading down the cany… Grit scouring age lines into her f… While
For now she watches from a distanc… Wanting so much to be a part Of the dream she sees every day That’s tearing her apart for some Reason she can’t let you go she wa…
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…
Gold and rosebuds! Just to name a few! And the precious sun that shines Like the early morning dew Mountains on top of mountains
The little one never forgets to st… And pick flowers for a pot To give someone very special indee… Whether it be all bloomed out or j… They clutch them in their little h…
Nobody knows how she feels inside, For her feelings she continues to… Oh how she wishes that someone wou… And forever accept her for who she… “But you’re too weird,” they conti…
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…
Once perchance are secrets found a… Footsteps echo on sacred grounds s… Spirits dance on the water lost as… They sing of lifetimes in waiting… Ancient wisdom to return.
As she sits here all alone, Thinking of you coming home She wishes the door would open wid… And you would just step inside She has not faced that dreadful
A hand carved stone, an inscriptio… A name that could barely be read, A soul that once loved this earth Lies resting in this earthly bed. Perhaps there once flowed royal bl…
Her creamy white skinny hand. Twirled around, molded tightly Into Papa’s pudgy mahogany finger… His rippling laughter pulsated Slithered into her juvenile veins