The first Book.
A wide variety of formats that cover a
wide variety of experiences.
Some samples below;
Joseph used to have a boat,
He sailed all the time.
A sturdy craft, though somewhat small,
But still, it floated fine.
Meticulous he kept his craft,
He knew its every line.
Polished lacquer all around
And every inch did shine.
Every day he’d take it out
And search about the lake.
Looking, playing, thinking, and dreaming,
All in his small wake.
Endless sun-filled afternoons and
Quiet moonless nights.
Days with water smooth as glass
Or tossed by storms delight… continued in book…
The young horse was free once
it ran wild through the hills
and across the plains
wind blowing through its mane
the thunder of its hooves echoing along the canyons
running for the pure pleasure of movement
an expression of its passionate soul
and the freedom it possessed… continued in book…
This day is a poem, but with unspoken words.
What’s usually read is now sung by the birds.
What’s usually felt as a page in my hand
is the sun on my back and my toes in the sand.
Waves crashing on rocks, cool mist on my face,
gulls riding the air with Shakespearean grace.
Such beauty and magic and sparkling light.
Quick! give me a pen and some paper to write.