To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;