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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

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

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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.

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals