Poems

The Joy of the Journey, or, To the Book Club:

Our writing has brought us closer together,

So let the story never end.

Let our pens scrawl on forever and ever,

And let not the last page ever be read.

The words shall go on to infinity,

(And knowing us, they probably can).

Let there be no end to our creativity,

Let us never stop moving our hands.

And so the sentences go on for miles and miles,

And the chapters wind on and on;

Every fresh word our hearts' revival,

Our stories shall get us to dawn.

We do not know what our futures hold,

Or what is around life's next startling bend,

But though the world dies and days grow cold,

As long as we write, we shall be friends!

Evening Song

Ducks are quacking,

Roosters crowing,

Cukes are dying,

Tomatoes growing,

Dog is running,

I am walking,

To the flowers

I am talking,

Day is ending,

Skies are darkening,

I hear my duties 

To me hearkening,

Life is flowing,

Wind is blowing,

All watering the seed

Of the story I'm sowing.