Still water in the beaver pond Songbirds tune to a trumpeter swan Willow waves like a maestros wand Ol’ Chickahominy sings her song Big ol’ bullfrog singin’ bass

Soft, atramentous vapors Giving life to flowers as she exha… With sensuous breezes Sent deeply into ecstasy’s divine… Drawn fully on every breath she ta…

Wind, oh, West Texas wind Blow away her dreams. Let drifts of sand Not uncovered hope. Make her heart as barren

She eternally sleeps, Forever seventeen, In the ground Beneath Poseyville. Just a face in the crowd

The world’s getting weaker and wis… Her mother used to say. What’s going to happen to a people Who never stop to pray? Is there no hope for tomorrow?

Oh how mighty the mountain Home of clouds, home of thunder Brown and copper Rainbow reds mosaic pattern Beautiful in summer

There is so much talk of the mothe… But what about the other. So wise, so strong, so caring, Always giving, Always sharing. Stable shoulder to lay out their f…

You once told her Romance isn’t out there That her search would be An effort in futility. Well, she had to prove herself rig…

Seek after all life has to offer y… Experience both the pleasures and… Gird yourself with the armor of kn… And be not overcritical of your at… Keep the laughter in your eyes,

Big as the proverbial bull he blun… His way through fragments and shar… Insect-like things too delicate an… His complete understanding; While the fire reaches out past th…

In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…

Just sitting around with nothing t… Her man’s gone fishing, the kids a… She has all her chores done, That suits her just fine, because— IT’S AUCTION TIME.

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;

In the small, quiet room when gues… Home for the night and left him to… To thoughts of them and of the eve… To dishes left unwashed in the bas… And mute furniture left slightly a…

The faded ash of her mind There’s always tears in her eyes Just pain is all she can put No explanation comes to her Feeling not sadness just the life…