I am going to write down any poems that I do here.
From now, on any time I write something New I will post it here. Please, if you have any negative comments, keep them to yourselves.

These were ALL written by me, and no one else.

*Ode to Summer Nights*
The crickets, that chirp.
The leaves that rustle.
The rain, cool upon my face.
The ground beneathe me, cold in my toes.
Running on the lawn, our father just mowed.
Mother's flowers shining bright in the moonlight
The tree with the swing, as we'd fly, and we'd sing.
Laying beneath in the moonlit dawn
Dont dare think about tomorrow.
Lay here beside me and be still,
And when morning comes, do as you Will.


*Wedding day*
When you walk down the Aisle,
One side crying with joy,
One side crying with pain.
Letting thier little girl be a married woman.
Taking a new girl into a family, a wife of the son.
Two families combined, by one love.
One, ever so forbidden love.
And the angels, that sing up
above.
She reaches the end of the aisle, to meet her groom.
Do you take this woman, this man.
I do, I do.


This poem Entitled 'Prudence' was written for my neice, she is about 5 days old as of 3-4-09. She was born on February 27th, 2009. A healthy, small, baby girl.

*Prudence*
You opened your mouth, and your big round eyes.
You looked at me, and you looked at the skies.
Your first days here were in the hospitol,
and you know its only the best for you.
When you were born, the world spread a cheer.
They knew that baby prudence was here.
The love for you is more then you know.
Your life here will be filled with Family.
They all love you,
Don't you know that?
So when you have troubles,
just let us know that.
We'll help you out,
and make it easy,
to live here, under god and the stars.
So rap your soft hand around my pinkie.
Sleep baby, sleep prudence.
It will all be all right.
Sleep into the night.

*The Babbling Brook*
As we walk the forest,
we hear the sound,
Of a Beautiful brook, all around.
We see the deer hiding,
Total Camoflauge.
The birds watching us, from up in the sky.
We reach the edge, of the babbling brook,
And today I take a look back at every rock we took,
Gifts, from