What is war? That horrible event we fear so God forbid I shall ever have to experience it The destruction, pain and death The injustice, anarchy and stress What a cruel way to play out a political game What is war? A means to a…

The sun falls on another day. I call to my friends, in my mind, thinking of all I did today, I ask myself, but, really, tell myself. God was here. He has given me much happiness and so many friends.

In the Shadow of the Moon A darkness surrounds me Lack of sun End of day. I look up All around me There is little I can say. I lift my eyes to the sky See the moon I smile. I am grateful So grateful…

Common Sense Many people mourn the loss of common sense While I say that common sense never was real To believe it exist just shows you are dense If you trust common sense every dance is a waltz I don’t want to criticize no need…

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

Moss gathers the stonewall of a cottage in its arms; The strange heat in the lung of a firefly sets the treeline aflame with actinic light, There is the lethargy of a lotus-eaters vision that will zoom on the mask the night covers the scene…

Listen to the song, child. Find it in my heart. Hear it in my ears. Sing with my voice. Listen to the song, child, To the rhythm and sway. Listen loudly And then hide away. Listen to the song, child. Find your way. Keep listening,…

The Fairy of the garden has forgotten where it belongs. It has forgotten its friends, family, and even parts of itself. You can see the Fairy flying around and smelling flowers. Although everyone else sees it is scary and sad to forget so much. But…

Tonight, dark as nothing; Empty as empty. If I have to go on without any strength Left in my bones, just to keep up With this headache, I will. I know I’ll be in the company of the empty.  

We built the treehouse up in the old hickory tree we would sleep up there to escape the heat from the little cottage  our grandfather built back when he was young and strong and not hunched over with age. At night, we would watch the…