Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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 buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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,

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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