Poem: A Child once said. A child once said, When going to bed. It’s the waving trees, That blow the wind and make the breeze. The splash of water on the shore. From swimming fish and whales and more. From mermaids gentle, who plate their hair. Who sing song sweet in the moonlit air .…
POEM: A Child Again I take thee by the hand. We walk in silence, the lonely strand. Gently ruffles the breeze you sweet. The ripples they tickle my toes & feet. Our gaze is captured in the morning hue. I feel a movement inside you. Inside you shines a growing name. A child begins, like…
Poem: My Red Balloon From the edge of the moon, With my silver spoon . I’ll scoop heavens honey, Let fly my balloon. Catch fly away meteorites With a net made of silk While slowly nipping my hot glass of milk. Those fancy old planets, Dressed up for the night. Play hide me & seek…
Poem: The Feathers As a feather, fell gentle from the wing. Bunched once together featherd,flight it did bring. Light it now dances on the breeze. Let this please those souls of sad content , Let this ease the load from madness bent , Let this tease the tortured heart so spent . The feather flies,…
