Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

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

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