9-11-19
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart