There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
The breezes carried the scent of h… To the nose, to the nostrils, of t… And she bounded for the trees, wit… Right past the cows and the sway-b… She dined with them, daily, near t…
Cousin Wilber built an outhouse, But it’s not like all the rest, Its varnished oak, cedar lined, And engraved with the family crest… He’s got a turbine vent on top
The Sky’s in blistered phases From a sunset’s dying light As the ocean mocks the shadows of Some passing gulls in flight. The wind drifts deep, as melting l…
“Blackbird, Blackbird, what’s the… “Caw, Caw,” was all he said Then he flew upon my head. “Blackbird, Blackbird, go away For on my head tis no place to pla…
Dreams are much like stepping-ston… That you’re placing on muddy groun… Be sure your foothold is secure Before you lay the next one down.
Some may say that I am right, Some may say that I am wrong, But what I say in earnest terms Are things that make me strong. I always try to weigh the facts,
Wind-chimes dancing in the breezes Composing tunes to the many gusts… I would like it to be, But really, I cannot see That this winter is going to be my…
To Moonlight-Tango, lovers dance across the light then back to shadow. Hammock time is ours as the sea consumes the sun
The hourglass turns Yet the candle still burns And the heart quietly yearns In the body near the fireplace On a cold and quiet night.
“Let’s write a poem!” —- No, let’s not! Have you no remembrance Of that heart you once shot? With an arrow you killed it
“Call It Stormy Monday” Down on “Jericho Road” But they say, "“I got a Secret”, And it’s a “Comfort to the soul”.… The “Big Boss Man” plays the “Bl…
This is a story of gardens that gr… Love, inspired, by the seeds that… A story of power and a magical bal… A story of lovers who hastened the… I’ll start out this story with Pr…
As the Blue-Moon rises In the monolithic sky It casts reflected light On the dead and the lame. The shadows, thus created,
Seated on a bolder In the midst of Yellowstone Reflecting on a Geyser And a Bison, all alone. Tis my place to unwind the springs
