What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

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

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,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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