It was a quiet evening at
Home. The parents were
Watching TV and the kids
Were in their rooms doing
Homework or playing video
Games. Out of nowhere, a
Wind blew all through the
House moving curtains and
Knocking over pictures. A
Deep voice said–I’m all right.
Why is it that children
Sing naturally, but
Adults require long
Periods of training to
Halfway carry a note?
Let’s just make up our
Minds that we are happy.
We laugh, bottle up that
Black poison, throw it in
The river and draw cups
Of pure water. We are a
Family, our only one.
On a sunny, spring
Day you might look
Outside and see
Groups of bubbles
Floating all around
The sky. They glisten
In rainbow colors in
The bright sunshine.
They are enjoyed by
Many, especially the
Children. Where
They come from is
A mystery.
There are many different
Kinds of cloud shapes
That can be seen in the
Sky above. Children like
To lie down on their
Backs in a field and look
At the big puffy curious
Clouds high in the sky
On a warm summer day.
Some people think they
See angel clouds, others
Think they see shapes
Of animals. When you
Look up at the sky
What do you see?
Back in our younger
Days we all enjoyed
Going to the drive-in.
Several of us crammed
In a car eating popcorn
And enjoying soft
Drinks snuck in. The
Movies were weird
But we barely noticed
Because we enjoyed
Each other’s company
More.
There was once a little boy
Who was given a pair of
Cowboy boots for his
Birthday. He was so proud
Of those boots he wore
Them until they were
Too small. The boots,
Holster, cap gun and
Cowboy hat made up
His favorite outfit.
Horses have been around
Far longer than humans.
These magnificent creatures
Are loved by everyone, by
Children especially. Their
Gentle natures don’t hide
Their awesome strength.
It is rare to find someone
Who doesn’t love horses.
When we went to the
Kennel he was barely more
Than a handful of wiggly
Fur with bright eyes.
Rottweilers start out small
And grow up to be a bundle
Of formidable muscular
Handsomeness that cause
People to steer clear of him
Because of his glaring look.
Ami, our Rottie, was brought up
In the right way in the kennel.
He had a wonderful personality,
Loyal, loved us, a superb
Protective instinct with the
Children. He was a family member
To us. We had him for nine
wonderful years.
Wordman of Alcatraz 