This poem is describing what happens at night, the sounds, smells, and eyes that keep watch. The moon glides through the night sky until time to fade into daylight.

A poem I wrote, as I was inspired by my distant relationship.

Where To Begin.

"Gosh, poor Barry doesn’t know what he just missed. I don’t know whether to thump him or give him a hug for going to all that inconvenience just to get me my salted popcorn."

An account of how I met my husband to be and the way our relationship grew.

A little poem telling the story of what lenghts a male bird will go to, to get his female bird.

Mickey was now starting to get into the swing of things and decided to do a few impressions.

I march to my own tune.

Dance.

We all live through life with a rhythmic timekeeper, the Metronome of life…
I have modified the rhythm to give it more of a time effect…