written 1999
She’s having her party early Today Otis Cornelius Skinner’s away She’ll play with her dogs She’ll play with her cats
Why do the birds sing, Those beautiful happy songs Is it to proclaim that, Today is a joyous day Or maybe to announce,
A simple four letter word With so much meaning. From the weaning of a child To the elder whom within this chil… So loving, so caring, so hated, so…
Transcending Categories of race Evidence, time unexplained; In the purified essence of The space of truth
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
She strolled along a woodland path… Mother Nature had placed tiny blo… Sunlight laced the branches of the… And the dew glistened and sparkled… Wildflowers awakening as if from a…
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…
Her son left home again today. He spread his wings and flew away On a sleek and silver jet that Became a speck in the blue sky Seconds after it lifted
She waked to a bleak, rain-storm d… Most things seem dulled by tones o… She watched yesterday’s sun “set”—… Brief—there was still an after-glo… She recalls smiling as she said,
She was a gift to you America, fr… In celebration of the 100th annive… She came to you in a battleship, i… You built a pedestal for her, so s… You lit her torch and gave her a s…
Why is it always the simple man wh… When the program calls for dying? A simple man who rarely gets confu… Enjoys a drink with friends, the s… The sound of seas, the smell of a…
It’s high tide again, Willy. Snow’s been Melting off the mountains For days
You are the gentle summer breeze That comes rustling through the tr… In the silence of the breathing ni… Your warm caress and whispering si… Haunting her dreams as dawn draws…
Escape from the past, To set your self free. She wonders when that time Will ever come to her. Escape from the past,
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,