I saw a one-legged man Do an incredible dance routine With twizzles and pirouettes That would rival a ballerina. Yet here I am a two-legged clod

Now let me tell you about my frien… Who I’ve known for many years He thought he’s done with life Then she came! and happiness appea… Aye! she’s the sun shining in the…

Great to be wrong, once in a while When in people we see some good Though we expect deceit and guile And rather than the truth, falseho… Gratifying to be surpris’d

The strong breeze blew my cap away Chasing after it was simply futile And I watched it fly over the qua… Into the sea; and I could but smi… For it’s been that kind of a day

Above, the red hawk soars on high Below, the forest stirs in strife The hunter streaks across the sky While shadows chase the dance of l… The sun gives warmth, both pure an…

Perched upon his head Feeling quite exposed up here This is not my fault Blame that rebel William Tell Why must I be shot as well?

Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams

At last, snow has melted from moun… Creating tiny rivulets, then white… Cascading, thundering into mighty… Soon, cold weather will only be in… Buds are appearing in small tree…

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

He read the poems he’s written yea… Wow! he grimaced for they were ter… Now he’s worried what he writes to… Ten years later he’ll find lamenta… Guess he’s become more discriminat…

Love comes not from a vacuum It appears not from thinnest air Love does not suddenly bloom It requires nourishment and care… Love begins with admiration

Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies

Tonight was simply amazing And my heart’s still beating fast At long last she and I met A friendship I hope forever last I’ve adored her from a distance

I’ve got a splinter in my lil fing… So I’ll need a needle to take it… A sharp samurai ain’t worth a ding… Unless my finger, I can do withou… But should one night, I meet a ni…

The pitter patter of the rain As droplets hit the window pane Soothed her much like a lullaby And she found herself in a dream Flying free, riding a moonbeam,