Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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,

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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 a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.