Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

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

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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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