Poetry
A Beetle Called Bertha
I tip-toe among the little crittersThat wriggle and flitter Along our shared grassy track They like to stop and have a chat And proudly pose for a ...Bloom Anew
there is a crispness in the airfresh morning dew on the grassa scent of something warmer to comeand the scant songs of birds the ...One Nation
If they could see us now,What would they think? What would they comprehend?With poor souls like us A melting pot of a nationWith towers ...Birds on Fences
What side of the fencedo you sit on?Birds perched on fenceslook down on the earth Birds on fences knowThe grass is not always greeneron ...I’m going with the wave
I’m going with the wave, to a place that may replace or erase, fill the void, And refill my glass. The quiet may confuse ...Confessions of a Gypsy
I knew this dayWould one dayCome upon me. All aloneIn the coldGentle Breeze. The soft windCombs throughMy Auburn hair. I shiver in solitude,Believing it ...Let Us Grow
The flowers still stand tall and strongAfter the ghastly stormNot longThey cry, before the bees do swarmAll day they hum the songConform And remain ...










