I can not sleep I can dream: I can go where The wind calls—peace
Tag: Poetry
The Ice cream Man
On thirty-first street Summer fun is Ice cream truck visits The bell rings; The ice cream man Faithfully delivers gifts of ice-cream We hustle our $1. 25 Gather our taste buds like bees collecting honey Need a penny, a dime—no worries The friend standing behind you Shouts– as if sharing is the rite…
Friendship Defined: for Him
you were my best friend then;
you are my best memory now–
A Sunshine Thought: Nurturing Children to Write Poetry
Right now I am experiencing a sunshine moment–One of my purposes is to nurture and encourage young people to write–poetry! YEP!