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Something that came to me canoeing in the marsh.

Written at Beaufort National Cemetery while watching an old solder visiting his buddies interred there.

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For my brother

We all need to keep a weather eye out, no telling where a storm can come from.

Two emotions are all we have to guide us though our life Two impressions of how things are no matter what our strife The first is fear and stron..

Runaway dreams run roughshod through the night keeping restless my soul, my heart, my mind. Heavenly golds that quickly fade to gray torment my e..

Something the recent storms brought to mind.

Slowly we move as in a glide, and in my arms you rest, as a toe's push propels the ride, your cheek upon my chest. In slow motion we drift th..

I awoke and found me dreaming, slumbering upon my bed. Yet still confused on which was real, the standing or resting head, I chose to ignore th..