It was just a quaint motel off a highway
by woods on one side. It was
early morn and so I was getting ready to
leave when I was told to come outside.
heard the excitment in his voice as he
pointed towards the woods. And still in
the parking lot of this motel was a big
bear. He noticed us but paid no mind.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Such
things never happen to me. He was
and proud in his manor. It was a gift to see such
a site one morning in a Pennslyvania town!
come and go but always such a memory
will stay deep inside of me!
Leaves of golden brown,
are falling, falling.
Autumn is here.
Wintry nordic winds,
are freezing, freezing.
winter's drawing near.
In a Lobster boat
in Camden Harbor (Maine) I sat.
Listening to the sea captain explaining Lobster traps.
Feeling the cool wind whipping
my hair I causually stared
into the clear blue water, not really looking at anything.
Then I caught a glimpse there
in the waters. I couldn't
believe my eyes. One dive and then he was gone and I
was left with a special feeling all
day knowing I sat in a
boat of twenty people and yet only I caught a glimpse
of The Porpoise. His gift to me for my
into the deep blue sea! Such I will never forget....
REFLECTIONS OF MAINE (BLUE
In the woods where I lay
I reflect on all I've
The peats and bogs where I lay my head,
The starry sky above my bed.
The distant mountains
and cool sea breeze,
the faint perfume of all the trees.
The midnight call of the Crow,
the marshes where
the moss does grow.
Walking down a sunlit street
where many folks do kindly greet.
The ocean views
and fishing towns
with stretches of woodland all around.
The many people I now call friends,
are my thoughts as sleep sets in!
You can hear their thundering hooves, as they gallop
in the snow,
through the pines and meadows, where the winter wind
You can see their frosted breath, in the freezing air.
You can sense their wild spirit, in their very stare.
The beauty of the horse, embeded in their gaze,
the gentle wild spirit, evident, even as they graze.
The spirit of the wild horse will always be at home,
all across the land; where ever a horse will roam!
THE EARTH HAS BEAUTY
The Earth has beauty everywhere,
filled with magic
in the air.
Just listen to the gentle wind,
that helps the weary soul to mend.
The Earth has beauty, if you have
just watch the majestic sun to rise.
Watch the twinkling stars at night,
guide the sleepless dreams in flight.
Earth has beauty, listen well,
the babbling brook cast it's spell.
The lone wolf howls across the land,
and the deserts
silence on pebbled sand.
The Earth has beauty, feel the call,
of the towering mountains tall.
a field of poppy flowers,
in a moment of springtime showers.
The Earth has beauty, just look within
is where it all begins.
Just look around and you will see,
the beauty is in you and me!