Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…

They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and

Orange is of fire It burns its sweet flavor Onto the retina of her Purple mind, which Is dark and soft

When you were born How happy she is, that As little as you could feel Her love for you is divine. Day by day as she sees you grow

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

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

A child... Brought into this cold world not o… Brought here to face the challenge… Full of curiosity; so eager to har… How the pieces fit together in thi…

In the soul of man, Both can be found, Infinite peace And the devils bound. Side by side they exist,

Woman who watches Her life from the sidelines Pleasing but empty A tearjerker sometimes— But after the show,

He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced

A father’s love is special, it is… It isn’t earned and can’t be bough… Through childhood scrapes and tear… Through teenage years boys and dat… Had she listened to your wisdom in…

He spoke not knowing the language, Holding back what his heart kept n… Imagining what to say in the quarr… Almost like an answer to a joke. On the side, your beauty confused…

Rivers Rivers Rivers cool cold Refreshing rivers, running, leapin… Joyously over the waterfalls. Flying rapturously through the air With a song of praise cupping

It was a lonely journey Although the number was sixteen th… Forced to seek a final home... A land to house this native throng… Four thousand lonely journeymen