(2015)
A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.
There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pic… Peter Piper COULD NOT have pi… The tongue twister should be, (Pe… After all, if Peter Piper partici…
What can I say about a Rainbow That has never been said before; Or the emotional wonder of a star… That array of lights on heaven’s d… How do I express a mountain breez…
They wanted to know If I’d tasted the Rye When they asked for the truth With a wink of an eye. “Tell us your story,
The Shepherd said to the falcon, “Fly little bird.” The falcon said to the Shepherd, “If only I could, by thy word.” “But I have a broken wing
Honeysuckle and Blue Bells In a backyard English Garden Some Dog Rose and Cowslip In an unlikely place called Harle… There is Ragged Robin, here and t…
Somewhere deep within the mellow, casted shadows, deep and shallow, swirling round her rose-drop eyes and flying high in fullmoon skies. Too many angles touch the dust
“Blackbird, Blackbird, what’s the… “Caw, Caw,” was all he said Then he flew upon my head. “Blackbird, Blackbird, go away For on my head tis no place to pla…
To see the skies of tomorrow’s lig… Far beyond this sunset’s yearning Would turn the tides for sake of s… Setting the sail and mast to burni… Never you meant to see tomorrow
Cousin Wilber built an outhouse, But it’s not like all the rest, Its varnished oak, cedar lined, And engraved with the family crest… He’s got a turbine vent on top
Oh shiny and versatile Crescent W… That hangs on my wall, near my wor… You have a hole, at one end, for h… Your designer was brilliant, he wa… My wrench is chrome plated
The clouds roll in And the clouds roll out But that’s not really What clouds are about And the sun still shines
Along the river near the lock in Gulhanny Lived a dragon by the name of Cruel And there, too,
Higahley-Pigahly, Round and wiggly, Loves to roll in the mud. And slow-silly cow Is not like that sow,
Should death be a shadowed face Covered in a sheet of black, Or a valley filled with painful du… For the strength that I once lack… What is death, just another step?
