How green how green was my valley
As I longed for the tall mountain tops
I felt such need for to hurry
And climbed for never to stop
Now here I sit on this mountain
For the first time I did look down
And how green how green was my valley
I never did see it till now
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
Pennsylvania winter feels like Adirondack fall
But of all the sights and heart warmed nights
I miss you most of all
Pennsylvania mountains are just Adirondack hills
But amidst the trees and age laced leaves
My heart The Spirit stills
Pennsylvania's cloaked in green; and in the forests romp the deer
Amongst cast iron talks and wooded walks
I wish that you were here
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
Patience is a virtue
but it can also kiIl.
Just look at the fruit
on my windowsiIl.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Between each wave, a moment passed
of tranquil still, that wouldn't last.
Her warm black shores, and her wet blue sky
were lacking more, than peace provides.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
Circles and circles and circles again
The seasons chase each other with no beginning or end
Like a warm winter day or a cool summer night
The things we don't have are what bring us delight
Change remains an unchanging theme
Seems closed eyes see the best scenes
Memories forgotten and stories untold
Today will remain as children grow old
Dreams are the places we go all alone
Free of the world our bodies rest in at home
And though we will wake when morning comes
The earth spins in circles and we return to where we are from
Morning to night and green leaves to snow
Beginnings are ends to what we have known
Every leave falls but spring brings another
To hold the warmth for a season and lend shade to the summer
The best time of year are not seasons at all
But the places between winter and spring, summer and fall
The change reminds hope for something new
February's Frost is the same summer dew
All things that are dying will soon again grow
fields of life rest beneath blankets of snow
As a forest contains the clouds
Who's rain brings fresh sprout
So a bird holds the sun which brings the flowers about
Being is changing and changing is freeing
The sky moves through all that is breathing
Endings are beginnings and beginnings are ends
Circles and circles and circles again
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC