There’s a wee little Bumper, A sidewalk toe-stumper, And he’s sitting like “Thumper” On the edge of a step. He knows where he’s head’n,

Drained, like a cup that holds too… Dry, like deserts approaching noon… The inspiration juices flow Then turn to bits of coal Scattered like the sand upon a dun…

Too many walks in the park, dear… Yellow speckled freckles on fields… Autumn used her brush In a hurried rush Now Winter finds grays in which t…

How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…

Some visions lost to time, it seem… Were made up of some childhood dre… Those dreams that find their way b… When I’m down and quite alone. Those dreams fill a mighty void,

It was the first hour of morning, On Christmas day, When I heard bells jingle Like those on a sleigh. Then out on the balcony

In the deep-blue chill of morning Along the shallow bays of time Came the Spirit of the Yesterday With its haunting, melancholy, rhy… It flows upon Remembrance Shore

This is a story of gardens that gr… Love, inspired, by the seeds that… A story of power and a magical bal… A story of lovers who hastened the… I’ll start out this story with Pr…

The hourglass turns Yet the candle still burns And the heart quietly yearns In the body near the fireplace On a cold and quiet night.

A few hours Into the day’s renewing A light goes on And the coffee’s brewing The alarm goes off

There’s so much to gain Too much to lose Our power brokers Are singing the blues So we can’t allow

Lying on the gravestones are the f… And the letters on the stones look… The dates set low on those stony s… And the largest letters spell the… As I look across the grounds, I s…