There was a deer standing
In our front yard. It did not
Move. It looked us and
Walked away.
Tag: move
Glory Days
Heavenly sunshine, heavenly sunshine,
The clouds move in so heaven goes
Away, but not redemption.
Breeze
Feel the cool breeze on
Your neck on a brisk
Spring day. Watch the
Trees wave at you when
You take a walk. Birds
Ride the the breeze and
Watch us from high up.
You wish you could fly.
Move On
Time has wings and
The sound of their
Flapping grows nearer
As the past memories
Are pushed into the
The past to make way
For a new promise of
Fulfillment and happiness
Wordman of Alcatraz 