I wrote this Halloween poem to help cheer up a friend. He works in the kitchen at our shelter.

Shelter can have many different meanings, depending upon your personal circumstance.

A place where you can call home. Not only a tree,but a friend indeed.

Beauty reflected in my eyes.

Save the earth is the atmost duty of every individual.

He was always there….

Poem about being in a shelter during Hurricane Irene.

I should have known what you are like.

Ever wonder how a cockroach (or other bug) feels when you have it trapped in the corner and are about to crush it under your foot? Do you ever think that, if it could speak, it would try to talk you out of it? Try to convince you that you should allow it to stay in your home even though it knows it is an unwanted inhabitant? I think some people are the same …..

Another imaginery poem.