Mother Earth
A timeless symbol Formed in ancient rock Speaks in a language Modern time cannot Stripped of circumstance Raw and bare Mother Earth gives us Her heart to share
Tag: Poem
Heart of Gold
We’ll never know the stories Or the lies they’ve been told But inside each rescue pet Beats a heart of gold A token of love They long to share With that special someone Who’ll show them they care For sad eyes Who’ve seen tales of woe In time and with patience Their sweet nature will… Read More Heart of Gold
Sunrises and Sunsets
Some choose to not see color Instead, diverting their eyes To the distant horizon Where dark storm clouds reside Clouding the beautiful moments That reveal themselves each day Sunrises and sunsets Keepsake memories to tuck away Choose to search for color Not for shades of gray Cherishing fleeting moments That too soon will fade away… Read More Sunrises and Sunsets
Serenity
A balloon wanders Waiting for a flame To give it new direction A change from where it came What once drifted aimlessly Unsure of where to fly With heat, rises purposefully Across the morning sky This scene of serenity Admired from below Reminds us the simple things Put on the greatest show
Sedona
Red meets blue As rock merges with sky Through a stray cloud Black ravens fly Effortlessly Floating on clean air That expands lungs As it renews and repairs Weary souls who search For the meaning of life Will find themselves blessed By this land of delight Calm, yet invigorating Time seems to stop Between the… Read More Sedona
Sleep and Dreams
Bend and Scoop
This sign points out A simple fact Even if the drawing Makes you laugh No one wants To step in poop So, when your dog is done Please, bend and scoop
In a Rush
In a rush Storm drove through Tearing up the landscape As her minion, Wind, blew; In a rush Storm came around Saturating the scenery As her minion, Rain, drowned; In a rush Storm roared and churned Knocking down powerlines As her minion, Darkness, returned; In a rush Storm pulled away Down a path of destruction… Read More In a Rush
Typeface and Font
Potter’s Mark
Young Olivia watched her father Mold and spin the clay On his potter’s wheel he worked Until he had a new item to display; Hour after hour Day after day Each piece he completed All ended the same way; With the delicate clay still wet He’d apply his potter’s mark Declaring each one complete Stamped… Read More Potter’s Mark
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