The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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.

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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,