When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

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,

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

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

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.