Poetry

SPIRITS OF THE WIND Have you ever felt the rain, fall softly on your face? Or watched the clouds float by, with a peaceful grace Have you ever taken time, to hear a wild bird sing? Or listened on a Sunday, to all the church bells ring We take each day for granted, going about a daily routine Work becomes the focus, and our lives are overseen It is only when we lose someone, to the Heaven's above We finally take a breath of time, to grieve the one we love Have you ever taken time to ask, if a person is feeling fine Or visited them to have a talk, and strolled along a shoreline Have you realized in your heart, how much you really care Or relived times together, and the pleasures that you share Live each day to the fullest, as tomorrow may never come Make each minute last an hour for life is too short for some Feel happiness, love and laughter come from deep within For someday we will all be, Spirits of the Wind For my friend, who lost his only child in April 2005

LINE TO NOWHERE Living life inside our heads The daily confines of life Repeating each menial task Dreams are all forsaken Giving everything to others Aspirations are held at bay It takes from within the soul Leaving a hollow form Picture shows cross the mind Journeys back to a happier time Taking a window seat for the long ride Boarding the train to the future Life is what we make it Learning to give or take Failure to make the right choice Puts you on the Line to Nowhere