2001
Brown Fur Tail wags Paws touch Wet grass Nose smell
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 twilights em… My heart breaking space. Your once vibrant eyes, dimmed be… Tells stories of struggles; of tri… The weight of your frailty rests o…
In the realm of screens and endles… Where stories weave and tales unfo… A world of pixels, bright and bold… Yet truth, it seems, is bought and… We trust the posts, the likes, the…
As zephyr’s weave through leaves,… Carrying fragrant tales across the… Air, the breath of existence, fill… Like a delicate bloom, cherished a… Beneath our feet, the soil cradles…
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 mirror, see your face, A unique beauty, a special grace. Big or small, dark or light, You are a star, shining bright. Love yourself, for who you are,
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…
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 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 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
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…
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 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 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…
