It wasn’t long ago
when I,
while walking down a path….

Loving is never counting, loving is giving without asking anything for a return. Loving is never computing for what is being spared.

Poetry.

Compare rivers and oceans
With time and eternity;
One flows into the other,
Forever one to be.

Wondrous bursts of human skill,
bringing changes in lifestyle; —

There’s hope on this planet of sorrow,
As long as we hear the birds sing …..

Rocking in a hammock brings with it an imagination and dreams. It is a delightful experience that is relaxing and exhilarating.

I always love to be alone
among the older trees;
Marvel as to how they’ve grown —

Two short poems I wrote for my English class. I hope you enjoy them.

Blossoms of love
Midst shrubs of thorns,
Lichens and moss
Near little acorns …