Connections

Connections

Corridors

Trees

Clouds

Walls

Rocks

Rivers

Doors

Snowfall

Connections
Connections between two people,
Connections from the heart,
Fill our lives with purpose,
From the very start,

To know that your partner,
Sees life the way you do,
Makes everything worthwhile,
Between the two of you,

A spark that bursts brightly,
In to a roaring flame,
Igniting all the passion,
That makes you one – the same,

A look or a touch,
The right choice of a word,
The melody of their voice,
Makes every thing said heard,

To have a connection,
Of body mind and soul,
Is quite the miracle,
As your partner and you grow old,

So choose very carefully,
Do not jump right in,
For if there is no connection,
You risk life’s greatest sin,

To never know the passion,
Or ever understand,
The beauty of true love,
With your partner hand in hand,

Connections are the greatest,
When two see eye to eye,
On all that is important,
Through life until you die.

Corridors
Streets and hiways,
Railroads and planes,
Like corridors,
We travel each the same.

Physical presence,
Through different space,
Spectacular reflections,
Upon our face.

Digital data,
A telephone call,
Radio waves,
Signal you.

Messages from,
Point “A” to “B,”
What is not heard,
We surely see.

Corridors,
Through space and time,
Provide travel for,
Body and mind.

Across the oceans,
Or to the stars,
The house next door,
Or even Mars.

A shady path,
On foot to take,
Or in a plane,
A journey to make.

Pick up a book,
And read some verse,
Corridors of the mind,
Are the best to traverse.

Trees
Trees are green,
Trees are brown,
There are lots of trees,
To go around,
They clean the air,
And give us shade,
And picnic spots,
On summer days,
Trees are tall,
High in the sky,
Some are small,
They call bonsai,
Big fat oaks,
With trunks so round,
A lean tall fir,
Needles on the ground,
A home for birds,
And squirrels and more,
Nature’s house,
With lots in store,
Some with leaves,
Big and broad,
A shelter to run,
From the storm,
Trees with fruit,
And some with nuts,
At harvest time,
The seeds of life.

Clouds
When I was a boy,
Of just three or four,
I lay upon the steps,
Of my grandma’s front door,

I stared up at nothing,
Into the pale blue sky,
Watching as white clouds,
Quickly passed me by,

They took many shapes,
Of faces I never knew,
Looking far away,
What sights they could view,

And then there was a dinosaur,
And I even saw a whale,
I could see a little puppy dog,
And a ship with billowing white sails,

That time was very special,
But as the years went by,
It was harder to see those things,
No matter how hard I tried,

The clouds became quite empty,
No face or shape of sail,
Just blank white drifting cotton,
My imagination could not avail,

But as I recollect,
That day upon the step,
My memories of those clouds,
Remain with me yet,

And now as I recall,
All those many shapes,
I can see in new clouds,
Whatever I want to make.

Doors
Some doors open,
some doors close,
some doors shelter
from challenges opposed,

some doors swing,
some doors slide,
some doors turn
like a carnival ride,

some doors beckon,
some doors repel,
some doors guard
the gates of hell,

some doors lower,
some doors rise,
some doors temper
what people surmise,

some doors remain,
some doors decay,
some doors stand sentinel
in silent dismay,

some doors new,
some doors old,
some doors protect
what innocence does behold.

Walls
Walls of all sizes
large and small,
Some short
others tall,

Some far as the eye can see,
Others end
a few feet
from me,

Made of rocks,
blocks,
bricks,
stones and cement,

A wall of trees can make one lament,
The state of affairs
surrounding our land,
Bulldozed over at the hand of man,

A wall of water
rushing down a valley,
Clears out all
as it sallies,

Nature pulls
man made walls,
In an instant or an eon
they eventually fall,

Others ageless
stand the test of time,
Like a mountain wall
standing sublime,

Walls vary
in shape and size,
Liars ply
their walls of lies,

Standing firm
walls of strength,
Woven from
the sinuous shanks,

Of men and women
-- young and old,
Standing together
with one bold,

Never yielding
wall of care,
Bolstered by
a wall of prayer.

Snowfall
I sit amidst the shadows,
Of morning's early light,
Watching snow fall,
Much to my delight,

A silent vertical stream,
Of crystalline white flakes,
A soft downy blanket,
Does gently make,

Frosty-silky coolness,
Fills the morning air,
Cleansing my mind,
Of worldly cares,

Refuge for the soul,
This scene does give,
Filling me with hope,
There is much life to live,

Amidst worldly troubles,
That my eyes have seen,
This downy white blanket of snow,
Does seem most serene.

Rocks
Rocks come in all sizes,
Large and small,
So many rocks,
Enough for all,
Rocks of limestone,
Rocks of sand,
Rocks underground,
And on the land,
Small as a pebble,
Or grain of sand,
Large as a boulder,
Or mountain grand,
Rocks from lava,
Or from the sky,
Volcano born,
Even meteorite,
Rocks for buildings,
Rocks for roads,
Rocks in the forest,
Or just for toads,
Rocks for fish,
Or even a snake,
Earthquakes move rocks,
When the ground shakes,
Rocks are here,
And they will stay,
For all time,
An eternity’s stay.

Rivers
Over the land,
Rivers flow,
Some flow fast,
Others flow slow.

Some so big,
A mile wide,
As mighty ships,
Over currents glide.

Some are small,
Just large brooks,
Important more,
Than for just their looks.

Rivers transport people,
And water the land,
They give us a drink,
Through filtered sand.

They start in the mountains,
End at the sea,
A silvery ribbon,
Flowing ever free.

A place for fish,
Snakes, turtles and frogs,
And birds so big,
Sitting on logs.

Rivers cut through mountains,
Making water gaps,
Places so scenic,
And good for naps.

Rivers are mighty,
As they wind,
Majestically flowing,
All one of a kind.

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