Poetry.

Do you really know what the bones are, and why they are damned?

A poem with a moral.

Summertime and the living is easy.

Going through hell and high water and making it to safe shore.

Christmas treasures.

A poem about how small things, in this case ribbons, evoke pleasant
childhood memories.

What are the real riches in our life? Is it the money or the rare expensive possessions we have? Can these things give us that ultimate happiness in life? These things do not have life.

As I have grown older in my years I have given some thought to legacy; what is it I would leave my children, my family, my friends when my time comes to leave this life behind, beyond those things which are material in nature? The following poem reflects my thoughts…

To hike, to climb, to venture above and think!