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
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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
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.
Pelican Lineup
Take me back to gorgeous Big Sky
Where mountains are so majestic
I feel the energy everywhere
A far cry from the city so hectic
The sky is blue, the mountains white
The trees add a hint of green
The splendor is more than I comprehend
As I ski this unbelievable scene
The speed is an exhilaration
As the wind whips my face
It’s hard to believe I’m skiing
Zipping along at an incredible pace
As I finish the run and the sun departs
It has been a wonderful day
My body is tired, my mind is sharp
I’m so thankful for Big Sky play
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