Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,

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…

There is so much talk of the mothe… But what about the other. So wise, so strong, so caring, Always giving, Always sharing. Stable shoulder to lay out their f…

Many miles midst misty moors men m… Marching, marching mesmerized mili… Men marching. Major murmurs memor… Messages, making mental memos, map… Moves, making modifications. Many…

Promenading mountainous hillsides Cascade beautiful pillow of Fall color. Glorious radiating for reflections… Simultaneously demonstrating dance…

She longs for spring In waiting to see What her garden will bring Tired of seeing trees Without leaves

They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and

Rip Van Winkle’s catchin’ Z’s Escaping from society From guns and drugs and alcohol Wife beating child beating And that ain’t all

Today he took a little time, Just to think awhile; As thoughts of you danced through… He began to smile. He ventured back to those special…

Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering

You are the gentle summer breeze That comes rustling through the tr… In the silence of the breathing ni… Your warm caress and whispering si… Haunting her dreams as dawn draws…

Once upon a midnight dreary, as he… All the multitudinous forms which… Suddenly there came a tapping, the… Had she caught him nearly napping?… Only she and no one more.

Resting in the rickety old rocker That sits on the rhododendron porc… She gazed into the mountains and g… Wild ponies, prancing and dancing And racing in the fields below.

The brightness of the waves in thu… Pushed his feelings far unto the s… As inward to the deep he made his… Living in his path, were deeds apa… As freedom rang, in hunger, of his…

On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,