“Where the Earth Ends”   who am I to say if the the earth is flat ~ or not, for   I’ve only seen the sandy shores, with its white foamy edges   I’ve not been beyond  that blue horizon   I’ve found rocky ledges…

Out at dawn Her favorite trail Open, before her   Soles, strumming the dirt she finds a rhythm Her heart, picks up the beat   Lifting her face to the sky She smiles   Inhaling deeply Fresh Air Sunshine   the path varies Shadows cast…