Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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,

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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