Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

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

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

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.