A long run at dawn begins with a purpose Where sunlight and courage last meet Smiles through the tears, as feet hit the pavement For all those that accepted defeat Each sunbeam from Heaven, a gift from beyond With angels carrying the runner with grace…
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A Cowboy Rides Away – Hour One
He rides off into the sunset once more A journey filled with some regret A trailblazer, of sorts, that rode shore to shore He thinks back to those that he met The dreamers, the doers, the crazies, the plain The strangers, the divas,…
Removing the Host – Hour 12 Prompt
If I ask you a question What’s your reply going to be Would you think it through with purpose To answer honestly Or would my very asking Be only for my gain As you make up an answer Without a truthful grain If I’m asking…
At the Coastline – Hour 11
Blue skies shine bright White wispy clouds smile A summer delight If only awhile White wispy clouds smile Over specks of sandy shells If only awhile Playing in the turquoise swells Over specks of sandy shells Dancing my cares away Playing in the turquoise swells…
Simplicity – Hour 10
The world can be so simple If we stop to take a pause Only complex as we make it Without any real just cause The beauty in a moonbeam Or shadow of the night Too often lost beneath the bustle Of each bright city light…
A Rustling in the Woods – Hour 9 Prompt
For my Emily Grace In the heat of summer, a strange tiding brewed. Past the cottage, near the treeline where I camped, I heard a ghastly noise. The noise reminded me of a cross between a cat fight that was going wrong and a…
Doubts Personified- Hour 8
The road ahead is rocky The water’s getting deep The trouble brewing in my mind Is stealing hours of sleep I don’t know if I have the strength My fears and worries great I keep people at an arm’s length For none can quite relate…
Season of the Toddler – Hour 7 Prompt
It was the best of times Short person knee hugs Sloppy peanut butter kisses and giggles But then….. A storm and flood of emotions A tantrum Waves of wailing and tears Angry thrashing and toys strewn about In the middle of the violent storm Momentary…
Outdoor Memories – Hour 6 Prompt
The firelight glows amid the crackling embers and wispy gray smoke fills the cool, damp autumn air. My love hums a familiar ditty about our life together and as I look at the lines growing on his tired, aging face, the sight of a few…
The Climb – Hour 5 Prompt
As the journey concludes, I stand at the peak As I gaze o’er the valley below The sunbeams, a shadow of where I have been Their light, signs of where I’m to go For while here on top, where I can touch the sky I…