This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,