I gave her the purple sunglasses
Thinking she considered them a
Joke but she actually liked them.
She was like that, loving, open
And tolerant of my goofy ways.
It’s been two weeks since she
Has been missing. The only
Lead we have is that somebody
Thought they saw her being
Shoved into a car. And, well,
I did find the purple sunglasses
On the sidewalk.
In a world full of tension
And fighting, people look
For the elusive bird of
Peace. Families and cities
And countries boil over
With turmoil until the
Majestic bird of peace,
A dove, lands among
Them and peace breaks
Out.
Sometimes I go on long
Walks around our small
Town. I walk through the
Business district and then
Just a short way into the
Residential areas and
Neighborhoods. Walks
Provide great exercise,
An intimate knowledge
Of every nook and cranny,
And getting to know what
Really makes up the town,
The people, my neighbors.
There is nothing more calming
And peaceful than a walk in a
Garden. Shade from the trees
And chirping birds create a
Atmosphere of blissful quiet.
Time spent sitting on a bench
With the one you love is time
You both wish would last
Forever.
Love is in everything
That builds up, not
Tears down. It accepts
All of the person, the
Flaws as well as the
Good points. This is
What makes love love.
It’s the most powerful
Force in the universe.
Like the great teacher
Said, love the person
Next to you as yourself.
When we lived in the forest
Like creatures, you and I, all
We left behind were footsteps
In the wet grass. It felt like
being in the present,
Being alive.
There was a dog and a
Cat that were two
Best friends. They did
Everything together
And even slept together.
One day the cat strayed
Off and the dog went
Wild with panic. The
Dog searched all over
The neighborhood.
Sad, the dog went back
To where they slept,
And there the cat was.
There is nothing like a puppy
To brighten up your day,
Especially a happy one. They
Jump up and down when they
See you and that wet tongue
Goes to town. To avoid getting
A bath with his tongue you
Distract him by throwing
Him his favorite toy. Dogs
Don’t know why they are
Happy, they just are.
Days flow by like
The tides in the
Ocean.
What we do with
Our days are what
We are and is the
Legacy we leave.
On a windy spring day
Many things are blowing
Through the air, newspapers,
Small birds, dust, and feathers.
Birds grow feathers to replace
The ones they lost to continue
To make the sky their kingdom
Wordman of Alcatraz 