Three boys wanted to be famous, on… Knights too; and among all the nic… They set off one Saturday To the hills atop the bay Adventure! the Lost Boys fighting…

On an old rocking chair, he sat Daydreaming, in a reverie Grinning, a beaming Cheshire cat Rememb’ring days fun and carefree Flashbacks of youthful escapades

Most trees stand bare, though othe… Hollies peek through the snow-fill… At dawn, no creatures can be seen The chill of winter all around But golden rays turn skies to blue

Overhead the mid-day sun’s heat sc… None to drink since morn temperatu… Less than a mile to go Soon endgame he’ll know Though ahead in the woods; hostile…

center Five years ago, we met I’ve been in love since then; I prayed for someone such as you And you came down from heaven!

Fun and excitement over A few days after New Year The world is back to normal Sadly, life’s trials still here They make our days less pleasant

Ceramic birdbath in the yard There, two robins splashing at pla… Reveling in mid-day sunshine But big redbird shooed them away The cardinal claims the whole bath

she reached across the bed, but he’s gone! a dark feeling embraced her, but the deepest sadness too... her spirit’s broken

Indeed, letting go isn’t easy But it’s something we must do To unburden our hearts completely And in doing so, to ourselves be t… Just imagine it is autumn, look at…

In the twilight of my life I’ve more yesterdays than tomorrow… I reminisce about the past And recall moments of joys and sor… I think about my days of youth

Few thousand miles swallows travel Twice a year in mass migration To party somewhere temperate Avoid winter hibernation The swallows leave Capistrano

A pastel kind of morning Suffused incandescent light Mysterious and enchanting The hazy mist ghostly white Magical and bewitching

John wanted to earn money so he ca… But rather than work for it, he pl… Alas he lost his shirt Got tossed in the dirt Half-naked and scared stiff, he’s…

In the porch, a swing painted whit… Where starry-eyed lovers used to s… Now empty in the morning sunlight For hearts no longer in unison bea… © F Aparici

center yes, cherries have pits, and doughnuts have holes life can be a bed of roses, or of red-hot coals!