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,

In the quiet shadows where whisper… A lie is born, a truth to quell. Trust once strong, now fragile and… Hearts are broken, where do I beg… The eyes that once held warmth and…

In a home where love’s light lists… “Honey do’s” are sweetened twists. Tasks penned with a loving kiss, Moments in life we shant dismiss. She writes with a smile, her scrip…

In the land where fields stretch w… And the Wabash sings, a gentle gu… Hoosier pride swells, humble, stro… A name with roots in tales long go… A beacon of kindness, strength in…

Working on my attitude, Need to express my gratitude, To the Prophet whose, Wisdom guides me through the night… Illuminates my path with iridescen…

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 the symphony of life, friends a… Harmonizing our blues, setting us… Through crescendos of joy and echo… Their presence is a gift we’ll che… Accepting our flaws, even when our…

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…

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,

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…

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,

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 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…

Little master mellow, quite a lovely older fellow. Sits in a rocker, on his porch, making music, by a dim lit torch. Pen in hand, paper in his lap,

In life’s vast sea, we often drift… Settle for less, giving others a l… Deceived by those with hearts untr… Yet still we rise, our spirits ren… From Florida’s warmth to Indiana’…