Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

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,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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.