ALASKA

The land of ice and crystal-clear streams,

on high peaked mountains, cast in sunlit beams.

With  meadows of ice, under crystaline snow,

where the mysterious sky cast a heavenly glow.

Snow covered peaks, on mountains high,

where the Grizzly Bears hunt and the Eagles fly.

The stars shine at night on a wide open space.

Alaska the majestic, what a beautiful place!

FAR, FAR AWAY

Far, far away, I travel alone,

to a place far from home.

This is a place I love to be.

And nobody goes there, nobody but me.

This place I travel, no foot has tread,

only the Eagle, above my head.

No neon signs to point and show.

Only the stars, brightly glow.

The wind gently whispers, in my ear.

But no others voices, can I hear.

There's no other place I long to be,

and nobody goes there, nobody but me!

GREEN MOUNTAIN HOME (VERMONT)

There's a place that I go to, whenever troubles flair.

With an abundance of meadows, and clean country air.

With nature's orchrestra at night, I am never alone,

as I gaze at the stars above, in my green mountain home.

Spruce trees all surround me, by my cabin on the hill.

Their spicy scent intoxicating, as I stand silent and still.

In the winter it's cold, but I feel same and warm,

even when outside there's a raging snowstorm.

The deers graze in the meadow, when spring comes in May.

I walk in the woods, down the willowy way.

Each wonder I see, I write in a poem.

What a blessing for me, in my green mountain home.

EARLY MORNING HOURS

In the wee morning hours, when darkness is found,

I begin my day, before the first sound.

I drink my morning tea, with thoughts in my head,

that I had the day before, I ever went to bed.

I think of things gone by, and what to do today.

Then I watch the rising sun, as it clamours on it's way.

I hear the first birds of the morning, singing a happy tune.

I love to watch the rising sun,and the parting of the moon.

FISHER COTTAGE

There is a fisher cottage, down by the sea.

A cozy little place, that means the world to me.

A little stone cottage, simple to the core,

with big glass windows, and a plain wooden floor.

My fisher cottage, has a garden fair,

with roses and lilacs blooming everywhere.

You can keep your city houses, big and fancy free,

but I'll take my fisher cottage, down by the sea.

I LOVE THE SEA

I love the sea, to hear it roar,

the gentle bubbling of the shore.

The waves crashing on the dunes,

and the silhuette of the moon.

I love the sea, the bubbling foam.

Oh, my soul has found it's home.

I shall never more be,

farther from the lovely sea.

MY HORSE

I was passing by a field of green, and saw him standing there.

A Handsome fellow in a coat of white, and pretty frosted hair.

He bowed with  grace and style, as if to beckon me,

His eyes said,"come let's go for a ride wild and free."

I got upon his gentle back, and we rode away,

and he's been my friend and my horse, until this very day!

GOD'S WORLD

The little Wrens built their nest, in our gas tank.

The big Blue Jays fly with grass to their tree.

The squirrels are all scampering up the trees, to their nests.

Everything in God's world moves perfectly!

NATURE WALK

As we walk through the woods, we hear the singing in the trees.

With Ray in my arms, we hear the choir of birds, like a sea.

The squirrels scamper out of our way, as we walk up the path.

As we observe the whole of nature, that's when I hear little Ray laugh.

SOUNDS OF NATURE

Be still,

hush, quiet, listen,

and feel,

the sound of nature.

Calling, calling,

The sound of a bird.

Falling, falling

leaves unheard.

Become a part of nature!

TALK TO THE TREES

Talk to the trees, for they are wise.

Be still and listen, open your eyes.

See the beauty that lies within,

that flies silently, with the wind.

Talk to the trees, for they will hear.

They've been listening for many a year.

They bring you vision; pure insight,

and bring you dreams for the night.

Talk to the trees, for you will see,

what its like to be free.

No guilt, no lies, no compromise,

for simplicity, is truly wise!

LAKE JACKSON (FLORALA, ALABAMA)

Blue skies above with a few clouds drifting by.

Underneath blue waters with an ever so slightly wave of ripples,

carressed by the gentle breeze which also lightly touches my hair.

I sit and I watch the people swimming, laughing, in a carefree manner.

There's a jet boat or two going by, and a paddle boat going across the water,

in it's seren solitude. All against a backdrop of Pine, Cypress, and Oak, with a,

mossy touch. A whole group of picknickers across the way. Little Ray in his three year old glee,

on a swing. Ah! The sights and sounds of Lake Jackson on a late spring morning!

AMBER

Amber, amber, rare precious amber,

crystaline amber, that you wear as an amulet

around your neck to keep you from all harm.

Amber, amber, mesmerizing amber,

electrifying amber, like the drops of golden

hue in the eyes of a wolf, as it pulls you into that one moment in time.

Amber, amber, what a wonder you are! A golden blaze of color,

and yet so much more. One cannot put into words, the beauty of amber.

Amber, a rare precious gift from the one who created all.

Amber, amber, you are a swirling, magnitizing, energizing,

crystaline core, from the holy creator. The Ancient of Days!



WOODS

Walking in the woods. Ducking

under cobwebs along the way.

Imagining another place and time.




REFLECTIONS OF MAINE (BLUE HILL)

In the woods where I lay

I reflect on all I've seen today.

The peats and bogs where I lay my head,

The starry sky above my bed.


The distant mountains and cool sea breeze,

the faint perfume of all the trees.

The midnight call of the Crow,

the marshes where the moss does grow.


Walking down a sunlit street

where many folks do kindly greet.

The ocean views and fishing towns

with stretches of woodland all around.


The many people I now call friends,

these are my thoughts as sleep sets in!



THE BEAR

It was just a quaint motel off a highway

surrounded by woods on one side. It was

early morn and so I was getting ready to

leave when I was told to come outside.


I heard the excitment in his voice as he

pointed towards the woods. And still in

the parking lot of this motel was a big

black bear. He noticed us but paid no mind.


I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Such

things never happen to me. He was beautiful

and proud in his manor. It was a gift to see such

a site one morning in a Pennslyvania town!


Times come and go but always such a memory

will stay deep inside of me!