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!

Esmeralda project..

In Africa you can see women and tourists with woven baskets. The most well known are those from Burundi and Kenya. There are also special baskets that the housekeepers take to the market to do the grocery of the day.

These are special times.

I marvel at the Earth, the heavens and what treasure both physical and aesthetic are bestowed on us, gifts and wonders we need respect and care for.

N/A.

Hidden and treasures found.

About an ex… though I’m sure it’s kind of obvious.

This poem is one I wrote about forbidden love and the pain it causes. I go on to describe that the love and pain is with you like a shadow, even in your dreams while you sleep.