Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.