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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

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

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

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