written 1998
Emotions swirling 'round her, she… Life is beautiful when looking ove… She feels the warmth of the lights… Spinning, twirling, she thrives in… With all the energy her body posse…
Lying in the brilliant sunshine sh… Footsteps on a dusty path disturb… A young hand grasps her, tosses he… Eventually, he tires of this reput… Now she is in the shade of a large…
Cicadas Singing in synchronization As if the Tree branches Were strings of a mammoth
She longs for spring In waiting to see What her garden will bring Tired of seeing trees Without leaves
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…
As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds
Ear to ear is the toothless grin, Widened eyes take all the world in… Sparse fly away hair, soft on your… Alert, attentive expressions to al… Perfect little hands that grasp an…
Sometimes she takes it out to hand… Tries it on like a dress That she might want to buy. It is blue as agate. It is smooth as a peeled egg,
Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…
Gazing into the eyes of the Beholder, she feels wisdom and Courage. Once again he motivates Her to continue. His poise is her Foundation. If ever her soul beco…
Mentioned words in time. Confirmed. The subtlest of lies. Play the part, one man’s heart. To damn the man’s belief.
Safe, Hidden inside this room. He ventures to explore the univers… Gone, From inside this room.
Oh, how the deep-blue sparkles, Sunlight glistening atop each wave… And eagerly does she store it all… As a vivid memory she yearns to sa… To keep it for times this winter
Sometimes she wishes, that you cou… She wishes that you could see thro… All the glorious beauty that she c… She wishes you had, also her ears. Then you could know the wonders sh…
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”