“Let’s write a poem!” —- No, let’s not! Have you no remembrance Of that heart you once shot? With an arrow you killed it

Seated on a bolder In the midst of Yellowstone Reflecting on a Geyser And a Bison, all alone. Tis my place to unwind the springs

Down the chimney came the Jolly f… It was obvious that the geezer had… With sack on his back, he slid dow… And landed on the stove, in the mi… My wife was glazing the Porker’s…

The dark and billowing clouds Drift gently from the sea And the salty air and ocean sounds Surround my lonely Cypress tree. It is a song to the senses

The Sky’s in blistered phases From a sunset’s dying light As the ocean mocks the shadows of Some passing gulls in flight. The wind drifts deep, as melting l…

Skylight Pink, a Hoot owl’s winks In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life like a sculptures kn… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew

Fiddle A. Dee, the hopping flea Hopped right onto the dog. The dog scratched here, The dog scratched there, Then the flea hopped on a Hog.

With a heavy heart, his family is writing to share that Dick Thurmond passed away peacefully last week. We will miss him, but know that he is in a good place. He will always be remember...

Along the river near the lock in Gulhanny Lived a dragon by the name of Cruel And there, too,

Butterflies flutter near the leave… Their direction is altered by a wa… And the fallen leaves rustle, scur… Like the squirrels who gather what… It’s a daydreamer’s day, footloose…

Oh woe is me, I’m a Pine you see And Christmas has come my way. Past years weren’t bad; I was lim… So I was spared, to live another… But last year’s weather was so muc…

To slip away One summer morning To just disappear Without warning To find a place

On a gray and dingy Cloud filled day Came a Rider of Storms On a reddish-brown Bay She has lightning in her quiver