wrote this over labor day weekend, up north in the family lake house. 9/2/2024
Lori the Loggerhead Lori wears a carapace, ancient and… Etched with tales of shipwrecks an… Her flippers, like oars, propel he… Guided by the moon and stars of th…
The oak and hickory look down and… “Look at that beech climbing it’s… What’s wrong with that tree? We are superior, we are supreme! Our wood is highly sought after,
In the mirror, a face I see, Etched with lines of memory. Eyes that once sparkled bright, Now reflect a softer light. Hair of silver, touched by years,
Out of bed, feet hit the floor, Shorts and flip-flops on once more… Surfboard under arm I stride, No news to read, just waves to rid… The dawn breaks, the seagulls cry,
In Australia, where rivers ebb an… Lives a curious creature, by the n… With a bill like a duck, and a tai… He’d swim through the water, a tru… Plato the Platypus, wise and prof…
In the dance of cause and effect, Karma spins a subtle thread, Where actions plant the seeds we s… Bears fruit on the paths we’re led… What you reap is what you plant,
Brown Fur Tail wags Paws touch Wet grass Nose smell
In a weathered cottage by the sea, Where waves whisper its secrets to… Lived an old man named Elias Gray… His bones creaking with the weight… Arthritic fingers, gnarled like an…
In the twilight of youth, where sh… I grew amidst conflicts, in a livi… Voices whispered that would never… A soul adrift, beneath earth’s ski… Different, they said, from all aro…
As I stand before you today, I’m reminded of the countless sunrises and sunsets that have marked my journey through life. At 68, I’ve seen the world change in ways I could never have im...
In a quaint suburban yard, so neat… Resides a troop of chihuahuas, pet… Yet chaos lurks in this tranquil s… Brought on by feral cats, both sly… The neighbor’s cats form a motley…
In the harbor’s embrace, where wav… A weathered boat sways, its timber… Its captain, a soul of salt and se… Guided his vessel through tempests… His eyes held the secrets of tides…
Sometimes I feel sad For no Reason. Sometimes
In the heart of the city’s unendin… Lived an old soul, where wisdom co… His eyes, a library of ancient tal… His spirit, a ship with timeless s… He spoke in whispers of the wind’s…
In the twilight of tides, where th… Lives an old man, weathered and wi… His hands, etched by years of haul… Tell tales of tempests faced, of s… He’s the captain of a 55-foot vess…