Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

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,

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the