Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;

She is surrounded by people but sh… No one understands her or what goe… She has many friends and much fami… But the real her she can not let t… What if they were to laugh and tur…

The Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”

By chance, where are you? He always hears a call After looking so much, Not even a glimpse of a person. There are many insisting messages

Deep in the woods, The snowy, frozen woods, With its beckoning trees, Shrouded with a thick lace of snow… There goes a wind,

Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…

Wearily subsided in his chair As he plays Music, flowing through lined walls As he furiously knocks upon keys Oh, hopelessly he is caught

The wind on the sea, The bird in the air, The days are long gone From that land fair. Eagles fly high up above,

The hand of hope goes the distance Gently uplifts the wildflower Firmly nudged to sway in the spiri… Wildflower unfolds gracefully Mother Earth taking hold

She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch

He wants what you want, their face… He can’t understand you Why put him down He started his life at the tender… You started in your youth

She’s having her party early Today Otis Cornelius Skinner’s away She’ll play with her dogs She’ll play with her cats

Oh, how the deep-blue sparkles, Sunlight glistening atop each wave… And eagerly does she store it all… As a vivid memory she yearns to sa… To keep it for times this winter

The way it is, the way it should b… To be. What else is out there for them to… They speak of nothing in search of… On their journey through this land…

Oh what spell of magic could he we… Were his pen a magic wand, a wizar… Oh spell of joyous laughter sounds… For powerful’s the magic just one… But,...whwhaWhat’s haHappening he…