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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.