MY WOODED SHORE…1969, On many Saturday mornings, I took my manual Royal Typewriter to the woods along the coastline of Cape Florida. It was just one of many beautiful beaches that I enjoyed visiting. There was an old burned out and decaying lighthouse, and hundreds of pine trees along the shore. It was a perfect place for me […]
IN THE BEGINNING In memory of my precious Dad (February 21, 1926 – March 4, 2002) In the beginning Dad fed me Bathed me Wiped my face Changed my clothes Sat with me until I slept Chased away my bad dreams Played music to soothe me Listened to my heart needs Held my hand Breathed […]
A Piece of Driftwood Hidden, discarded, tossed about, on the far-stretching, blinding sands, A scene of desolation; not made by human hands. Beyond the distant edge of sea, the green-blue waters still, Beyond the heavens sun-lit rays, the tempestuous clouds to burst at will. Those restless waters closer by with troubled, white-capped surf, Rolling endlessly […]
Just God and Me In the woods midst wind-tossed trees, we feel such closeness, as in the breeze The sound of majestic timbers; cedars, Blow ceaselessly; Just God and me. The rustling, tarnished, dancing leaves, Rushing with each new gust of fresh damp breeze Made us understand, with no words uttered The others’ needs; Just […]
