A teenage boy treads alone, a road that’s dusty, dry;
The cigarette in his hand, glows against the starry sky.
And in this place his soul is stirred by heaven’s holy hand,
And he wonders if there is a God and what He might have planned.
Pioneer
Month: July 2020
The Squirler’s Demise
I. Quick, cocky squirrel; big bushy tail—
Running up and down and around as well
The trunk of a Beech in a big campus lawn,
Performing a show he was proud to put on.
Live Today!
There’s one thing that is consistent
And that one thing is change—
When all your dreams turn upside down
And plans all rearrange.
For babies aren’t small forever
And flowers all surely fade;
Summer gives way to winter,
For time cannot be stayed.
Once Upon A Rhyme 