wrote this over labor day weekend, up north in the family lake house. 9/2/2024
A century’s bloom, a life well-spe… A mother’s love, heaven-sent. One hundred and two years of grace… A journey through time, a cherishe… Her steps may falter, but not her…
In the cold embrace of winter’s gr… When mornings arrive with an icy t… I find it hard to leave my bed, With dreams of warmth still in my… The world outside is gray and stil…
In the quiet hours of twilight, When shadows lengthen and memories… I find solace in the lines etched… Each wrinkle a testament to a life… The laughter lines around my eyes,
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 forest’s gentle hush, Underneath the twilight’s blush, Lived a porcupine so brash, With a heart turned to ash. Prickly spines of solitude,
In a world where serendipity meets… Life unfolds with a palpable sensi… We navigate through moments of dis… Finding strength in clear visibili… With hearts full of unwavering pos…
In the quiet corner of a weathered… An old man sits, his spirit a sile… His bones, like ancient oak, bear… A lifetime etched in wrinkles, a t… I. Independence
Waldo The Walrus, In the Icy waters where the brisk… Lives a walrus named Waldo, with… He’s big, he’s blubbery, a sight t… But all poor Waldo wants, is a fr…
In the quiet of twilight, a young… Fourteen years old, courage trembl… He whispered truth to shadows, unv… “I am gay,” he said, tearing world… His home, once warm, now echoes wi…
Brown Fur Tail wags Paws touch Wet grass Nose smell
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…
When shadows fall and whispers sig… A storm of news comes rolling by. The heart stops still, a breath he… Eyes wide open, lost in fright. Words once spoken, now etched in s…
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,
Mindy the Moose Way up north, where the winds blow… Lives Mindy the moose, big, brave… In the shimmering snow, her story’… Of adventures and tales, both new…
Quail whistles Bob White, As crickets strum their leggy tune… A moth flits, drawn to the porch l… Its delicate wings brushing agains… Above the moonless sky,