Maybe We’ll RiseMaybe we’ll rise become part of a cloud in the blue and float over a mountain Become a tear but not one shed in sorrow more raindrop then...
Rising before DawnI love the early morning Rising just ‘fore dawn Quiet bar the birds that sing Still bar the morning’s yawn Not yet sunrise I visualise...
The Valley in WinterBabbling neath the sunken mist Twixt stiffened fern and barren read shadowed by the valleys side and so denied the daytime sheen defiant...
Love those wheat and cornfields that you drive past this time of yearLemon-light evenings Patchworks of buff Speckled and bordered by green Fields that were waving Before they were cropped Now tied up...