flat top

flat top brings thoughts of home,

hiked as a child,

avoiding the snakes and the cactus,

the top reached,

and time continued on.

the river thru trees

the river thru trees,

old and gray,

guardians,

dying with age,

the river left,

unprotected.

to walk in my shoes

to walk in my shoes,

hard to do,

when the mind and thoughts,

remind unknown.

yellow and red

the colors together,

yellow and red,

jump off the page at me,

the blues and greens,

hardly seen,

through tired eyes.

flowers

flowers or weeds,

who can tell,

depends on the mood,

and the light in the soul.

the river seen through the pickup window

the river seen through a pickup window,

from the road that leads to the bridge,

the river,

the border of my serenity,

prayers

prayers said,

on my knees,

prayers consisting of praise,

and thanksgiving.