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The Aspens

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I’m just not sure when I look at you
What is peeking back at me
For most of what I seem to see
Is the vivid lime green tree

You are part of a forest so large
Some say it’s a little grove
But, I think you are separate
Part of a special trove

The trees they add such beauty
To the view of the land and earth
It makes me want to go hiking
So, I can feel value and worth

I’m going to put my walking shoes on
And, march right out the door
I really want to take this hike
With my dog, who’s asleep on the floor

When I return, my soul refreshed
I will just sit and stare
At aspen trees set on canvas
That the artist likes to share

The Aspens

I see her as an angel
Even though I know she’s not
She has that spiritual aura
So many people just do not

I think she is quite special
Which is very lucky you see
For I can be a friend to her
Just as she is to me

She is so much like a rose
Whose petals are soft to touch
But, really the rose aroma
Is what I like so much

Her aroma fills my being
As I listen to her speak
The words are precious moments
I will continually seek

Friends like her are rare, you see
As rare as it can be
I am so glad that she is she
And, is a friend to me



My Father’s Voice

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No sound is so familiar as the sound of father’s voice 
If I could listen to anything, it would be my first choice 

I hear the advice, the stories, the warnings so stern 
Offset by chuckling and laughter from which I did learn 

I learned that while here, I must do all that I can 
To make friends, to travel, and work my life plan 

And, when life takes my loved one, and he no longer exists 
My heart will be keep beating as it has been filled with lists 

Of all these good things causing my heart to rejoice 
Because of the sound of my dear father’s voice. 

I’m sitting in the airport, waiting to depart
As I look out the window, it gives me a little start
I see the sun is setting, leaving the sky above
The colors are tremendous, a view of which to love

A person walks on by me, pulling a luggage cart
The person is very attractive, and looks rather smart
But, I’m looking at the sunset, colors of yellow, orange and red
The person begins to speak, so I try not to hear what’s said

It makes no difference to me, the noise it carries on
I only see a sunset, filling my heart with song
I take one last little peek, as they announce my flight
At a beautiful Montana sunset, before it slips out of sight

The Airport Sunset

Sometimes I sit and wonder
Why I ever started to write
But, then I remember that
My brain cannot stop, in spite

In spite of naps or sleep
It continues to work the day
Buzzing and thinking and creating
Without me, a word to say

I say this and then, that
And, maybe even the other
But, really it is my mind
That continues on to discover

The discovery of the connection
Of the mind and the heart and the soul
And, how they all work together
To create an unbelievable goal

So, look not to the darkness
It has no where to go
Look to the brightest of lightness
That which inspires us so.

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