Red savory lips
dance upon a pool...

Silently I perish
in scorching demise of a...

I'm growing weary these days,
my eyelids are the map of a...

A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...

Food for thought-
I wish to ask my...

Thoughts have lingered across my
dinner table a thousand times...

Exuberant warmth
of an elegant...

This is a poem
that family won't...

I reside within a haven
of meadowlark whispers...

These eyes wave goodbye
to a violet sunset...

Antique dwelling, house of old
Eerie secrets, stories untold...

I sing
silly rhyme songs...