everywhere we go people want to know who we are, and we tell them we’re UNITED mighty UNITED we’re Red to the core the Mighty, Mighty core we’re standing at your door oh Manchester, oh Manchester no Scousers wanted here we’ll beat you every…

I don’t like to watch you dance because it stirs me up inside and I know you have no interest My infatuation does me more harm than good that’s when I turn to the Irish exit In short order I will remember seeing you dance…

Waiting for music   A harp is mystery, unlike the piano, which I played easily. A harp is rare in red dirt country and I had only books for teachers. But I wanted to play the harp not the harp of angels but the Celtic…

OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…

The barn is decorated clear up to the rafters with greenery and flowers and ribbon everywhere. The folks are dressed in their Sunday best ready for a turn on the dance floor. The fiddler is warming up some crowd pleasers. The smell of food in…

Floating off on the sea, pulled out by the tide. Starting a new adventure with the stars as my guide. The only sound is the water flowing past the hull. There is no need for light for the moon is bright and full. I am…

The cheerful jig sounded from center stage that day, Clapping hands and tapping toes answered the fiddle’s play. The summer festival every year would draw for miles around, Family and friends would gatherfor the magical sound. Warm summer days, tasty treats, the festival had it…

I’ve only asked for a few hours of complete peace. I want to sit in one spot uninterrupted. This is one day I’m taking for myself after spending years fulfilling the needs of others. You won’t even give me that.

From this mess we’ve made, there’s no place to hide. There are no logical reasons, nor good excuses for this genocide.   We need you God, more than ever, I crave for your forgiveness! Though we’ve given our soul away so long ago for a…

Dreaming   Apples ripen at the touch of hands, we pretend, like kid’s playing in the snow, real, like flowing creeks sparkling with sun, cool.