written 1998
Men would bet upon her father’s ha… Could he pick up in just one fist A dozen eggs scattered on the tabl… One by one—cracking none? He’d reach his hand (stretched at…
Behind unseen in shadow wise, Stands tall the noble King. While on throne in full light, Cavorts in regal mockery the Fool… Hard it is to Court to peer,
Dear Love, Yesterday was filled with pain and Sorrow so they spoke. Because of this, yesterday grew Farther and farther away.
Every day there are new broken dre… Killed by he can’t and you can’t. Broken hearts and ambition line th… Like clouds line the sky, Left there to refer back to as ano…
As he walks, alone, wondering Not knowing where Approaching a fine strong frame So new, Standing alone Waiting for someone to cross.
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.
For now she watches from a distanc… Wanting so much to be a part Of the dream she sees every day That’s tearing her apart for some Reason she can’t let you go she wa…
The eyes are a deep set brown The nose lies flat across the face… The eyebrows are in question form As she critiques the form before h… The image seen
The rose is a wonder for the eye; So beautiful it could make one cry… Its petals open up in spring, The time new birds begin to sing. Its beauty is for all to see;
May Autumn bring you these, The glory of painted trees; Flaming hills and amber fields, The bounty that harvest yields. The mystery of a country lane,
He wondered her in all her moods And in her sweetest hour When first the icy snow would melt And wake the waiting flower. She covered him in the heat of noo…
And when their day is done, They shall capture the splendor Of the setting sun. Such hues of peach and periwinkle Are distinctly heightened by
She watches a purple mountain, Silhouetted against a sky of blue, A sunset slipping behind her peaks… To signify another day is thru. The song of a lonely Bobwhite,
Wandering aimlessly thru this maze… Intimately afraid of the darkness,… Reminiscent of the things, yet to… Standing in the sun, as the warmth… Crying with the thunder, as flashe…
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”