The Perfect Gift
If I could choose the perfect gift for you, One that when unwrapped, you would gasp and say “Oh my Oh yes, it’s just what
Those Times I've Cried
I went to the waters edge and walked along the rocky shore The sun was low in the November sky As I watched the sun rise Over the
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The Muse
It’s time again to call the muse, To wish her well and ask her blessings The time is right for her to shine her light
Stolen Moments
Why do I crave and seek this quiet time by the waterside? Why do I wake early and complete my chores in silence? Walking the dog
the power of prayer
Have you looked into their eyes Have you heard their whispered cries Have you seen them kneel With their hands touching palms Have you seen them
The Sunrise
Store bought versus home brewed
On the Anniversary of a Father Gone
Jerry Rutberg - June 12th 1921 - April 2nd 1965 My father loved; A rigours hike up to a mountains top, a well told tale and the sound
Poetry
The words falling like tears finding their way to nestle together on a page can salve our wounds, Strangers scanning their order and sentiment can make
My Morning Ride
The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the
Life - New Beginnings
Life is filled with new beginnings each sunset and sunrise tick of the clock childhood the terrible teens dawn of recognition in another's eyes
Papa I've Wandered - 1975
Papa, oh Papa, I’ve wandered Far from the mountains where the eagles would fly Far from the forests where the winds rushed and died I
Grateful
Grateful Kneeling, I sit off centered Drops of sweat Fall from my face And pool in a v At the neck of my shirt I slowly