Lost in the stellar fields
pulled as in a gale force...

Green of the jungle
leaves spread apart by the wind...

Roses for your girl
but when you are long married...

Kids in the field
running before colorful kites...

Had I but a brush to paint all the world
capture each moment and every twist...

When I've no more hair
to wash how will I ever...

I remember a day in late October
running for goodies house to house...

Oh yes, I'm the kid who puts himself in a...
To explore a haunted house, and lets the goblins...

Thanksgiving at 5 in the morning,
Rosaura leaves for her pairing...

Is it wrong to want some peace?
Eternal nagging...

Hardly invisible certainly not six feet tall
this storm reduces hope through the hours...

"Happy Easter," she cried.
as she ran to open...