The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

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.

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

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,

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos