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Talks of dragons and mystical things;
Stories about The Lord of the Rings.
Tales of Rocket ships to the stars;
Hearing about excursions to Venus and Mars.
All stories, with imaginations gone wild,
Came from the mind of a young child.

Who am I, to you?
Who are you, to me?
I'm sure there's an answer,
Somewhere inside of thee.

Don't know why.
Don't know who.
It's just me.
Then there is you.

The flashing, moonlit arrows
reflect across the calm waters,
in the early morning hours
of a false dawn

Words in my head,
words that I hear.
Write them down quickly
or they disappear.
Words with true meaning,
words that are false,
but they are leaning
to being something else.
Words that feed me.
Words that I see.
Thank God for
delivering them to me.
Words by themselves
have a lot to say.
For me it's simple
they brighten my day
I will keep writing,
as long as I can,
for after all
I'm a word driven man.

A lonely Iris
Poked through the ground
Bird Gardner?

Saratoga Pass, Washington

Beautiful daffodil
Say what you will
Seeing these grow;
Always a thrill.

This gem first did appear,
Early Spring, last year.
I know not the name,
But all the same,
I want to capture it
Once again.

The sound of wind, in the trees,
Rushes through the window screens.
The front moves in with much noise,
It even pulls the window blinds.
No rain is seen or heard,
As the temperature has dropped lower.
A coolness in the Summer air,
Should bring some relief tonight,
So we can sleep the sleep
That dreamers do. Will you?