written 1998
Look at her so high, so high, She has reached the sky! She jumped on a cloud where it was… And, of course, she holds on with… Her swing is down there, and what…
A star named Nicholas hangs in th… See it brightly floating by. Tiny light high up above. A reflection of your family’s love… Twinkle, twinkle through the night…
Did she remember to say, That she loves you today? Of all her other tasks, This one should never be last! Did she remember to say,
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
The barn door hangs open, the hors… The occupants now a doe and her fa… A few crumbling bales of once sun-… Make moldy straw homes for field m… High on the wall on a big rusty na…
Standing alone, Tall and proud A dew drop trickles across her bro… Lithely bending to the breeze, But never falling to her knees.
Out of time Out of place A misfit part Of the human race Outside the rules
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…
They fall in love without knowing… There are no words spoken at all. There are only words spoken with t… Though neither one knows what is h… Their hearts float from the bodies…
As she looks to the sky She sees two stars This is the first time she’s seen Them In a long time
Man’s salvation, toil and sweat, Feels so grand when the brow is we… Walking proud and feeling good, On the job she gives all she shoul… There’s food on the table
Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…
Does anybody know she’s here? Does anybody care? Somebody must remember her. Somebody, somewhere! She’s been shackled in a bamboo ca…
The road is now full of nocturnal… Laughs roll on and on... Late summer rains cleanse And excite to alls delight. Cool crisp desert air descends sur…
“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…