Summers gardens were rife with scent,
Our time of planting was well spent.
Now mother earth will give us grain,
Lord, please, we could use more rain.

Snow, sweet snow,
come again...
Laden those tree tops to their brim.
Got good gear to keep us warm,
All we need is a perfect storm.
4 Wheel drive will get us there,
find us smiling on first chair.
heaven knows we passed the tests,
Issue forth for we're all blessed.

What do i see,
if i'm riding my Kite?
Darting and dancing,
to the clouds that i like.
Colors are streaming, soft
winds that will lift,
3/4 oz ripstop
what a marvelous gift.
Then land in the end
soft tube i do seek.
until breeze beacons,  again i will greet!

Mo'ne Davis
I salute your arm.
The style you pitch you sure disarm.
How fast would you throw , if you could?
All batters shuffle , to grab some wood.
Look out future here she comes...
to watch each game, it sure is fun.

the time it takes,
to do it right
will craft a poem thats
out of sight.
But prose that drafted
seems done real fast,
without a cadence it just won't last
For all the greats worked and toiled
So their poems would not be spoiled.

Poets use words to let others share

Try to help others emote  and care

The love we have  is long and true

I'm ****** lucky that I chose  you.

We have this Pom who just won't howl.

He'll sit and rumble, its not a growl

We know he's ready and set to bite

he gets cranky often, when it's late at night

he rides with me, on my bike

all self trained it's what he likes

sits real still, perched on my knee
perhaps you'll see us his names Codi