2001
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
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 the depths of the ocean, where… Lives Crusty the crab, a rather q… With claws like castanets, he clic… Strutting across the seabed, on hi… He’s a maestro of the sands, a con…
Working on my attitude, Need to express my gratitude, To the Prophet whose, Wisdom guides me through the night… Illuminates my path with iridescen…
In a world of words, where meaning… A tale unfolds—a linguistic ride. Bombastic strides forth, bold and… A lexicon soldier, sword in hand. With syllables clashing, vowels ab…
Above the cerulean canvas, they un… Veils of whispers spun from dreams… The cirrus dancers, ethereal and f… Painting celestial tales for you a… Their feathers brush the azure exp…
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…
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 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…
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 life’s grand theater, where spo… Not for perfection’s stage, but fo… Dancers of trials, leaping over ba… Triumphs etched in scars, where re… To the brave souls who weathered y…
In the quiet of my aging bones, I can sense the rain’s impending a… A symphony of ache and anticipatio… As if the clouds have confided in… My joints, weathered and wise,
Behind the mask, a secret lies, A world unseen by prying eyes. A smile painted, a laugh well feig… And beneath it all, true feelings… A mask of joy, a mask of peace,
In the quiet woods where shadows p… Lives Fiona the Fox, sleek and gr… Her ears rotate, like radar they t… Pinpointing sounds, every rustle d… With a twitch and a flick, she pin…
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,
