Thank you for the poetry Lord,
  thank you for the verse

Thank you for the words that play
   and on my fields converse

Thank you for the feelings
  letting others join in song

But thank you most for reaching down
  —and guiding me along

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
     From 'The Book Of Prayers'

Peeling
Everything
There
Away
Leafs
Sway

Photo
It
Captures
The

Upon
Real
Essence

High tides on a hideout
Scuffling high and low  
Sought shelter off sea
At a downward cradle resort
In high land island assort
Cuddled in grip n grasp
To enjoy the balm and calm

Back waters beckoned me
To the wedlock o’ bed lock
Of islands’ land n liquid
I peddled my winding way
The beat about the boat afloat
Swayed away fair and far
The wiling willing precincts
Untidy tide untied my ties

Sea saw swing sang a song
Amidst tunes of windy wand
As though to unwind my mind
***** of breeze doused me to brim
Frills and spills lulled into thrill
Oh! What a symphony of scenery
The treat lasted from dawn to dusk
Waves waved off my retreat not to risk