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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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