flying buddies
Further on, always together;
no moss shall we gather.
Our voices echo in the distant sky;
high above, our words shall fly.
goosey gandering
.
ponder without plundering
that which you have put a ring
wonder without wandering
as you cast each crumb and string
. . . without slandering
. . . without pandering
ponder each slander
and mine truths that lie within
wander and pander
each horizon at your doorstep begins
have a go at a gander
stay awhile for some friendly banter
.
first o'Fall
in spite of what surrounds us
whatever circumstances are
we are learning to find peace
within ourselves
regardless of what's
going on around us,
learning to self-soothe
kind of thing and find
we all are coming through
to the other side, strong
persons we've missed;
our friendships through,
a new season approaching
and a sense begins to form
that peace rising up from
