A poet's pen with dexterous hand
Ink to paper often can...

Iridescent heavenly array
On bounteous azure decolletage...

Beneath a West Virginia sky
There lies a blackened heart...

The seventh of December
In Nineteen Forty-one...

A Poem's kiss
Flows from my pen...

Buried 'neath the woodland snow
Where ice can't reach and winds don't blow...

Trail of tears reflecting 'cross the painted...
Thunder mountain echoes a Sedona lullaby...

"This is the day which the Lord hath made we...
Through fingers sifting grains of sand...

Pity brown pelican
Dead in the nest...

If I knew the last I saw you
Was the last time that we'd share...