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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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