Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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,

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a