THE BEAR

It was just a quaint motel off a highway
surrounded by woods on one side. It was
early morn and so I was getting ready to
leave when I was told to come outside.

I heard the excitment in his voice as he
pointed towards the woods. And still in
the parking lot of this motel was a big
black bear. He noticed us but paid no mind.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Such
things never happen to me. He was beautiful
and proud in his manor. It was a gift to see such
a site one morning in a Pennslyvania town!

Times come and go but always such a memory
will stay deep inside of me!

AUTUMN

Leaves of golden brown,
are falling, falling.
whispering a sound,
calling, calling
Autumn is here.


Wintry nordic winds,
are freezing, freezing.
Snowflakes on my chin,
teasing, teasing
winter's drawing near.

THE PORPOISE

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 wandering gaze into the deep blue sea! Such I will never forget....   REFLECTIONS OF MAINE (BLUE HILL) In the woods where I lay I reflect on all I've seen today. 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, these are my thoughts as sleep sets in!     GENTLE SPIRITS You can hear their thundering hooves, as they gallop in the snow, through the pines and meadows, where the winter wind doth blow. 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 eyes, just watch the majestic sun to rise. Watch the twinkling stars at night, guide the sleepless dreams in flight. The 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. In of a field of poppy flowers, in a moment of springtime showers. The Earth has beauty, just look within for that is where it all begins. Just look around and you will see, the beauty is in you and me!