When life’s currents,

Start to drag me down,

I take a swim, ...

On days,

When I am capable,

Of standing alone, ...

Some days,

I want to fly away,

To somewhere remote, ...

Some things,

Are Indelible.

Like pure feelings, ...

There was a time,

It felt important,

To leave a part of me, ...

Steps,

Need only be small,

Relevant, ...

On some morning,

I awaken to a sunrise,

Beckoning for meaning, ...

Warm autumn days,

Under clear skies,

When cowbells chime, ...

Darkness and light,

Creating beauty,

While side by side. ...

It has taken years,

To witness and believe,

That it is the small, ...

Rainbows,

Blue skies,

Sunny shadows, ...

Like autumn leaves,

Naturally one day,

I too will fall. ...

Some crave,

To be in the spotlight.

Others prefer to hide, ...

Home delivery,

Has changed with time.

No different, ...

It takes little,

To adorn a home.

A few pieces of wood, ...

Our local livestock,

Is the friendly type.

Some look on curiously, ...

When I was a child, and

Didn’t understand French,

I could have thought, ...

Last night’s thoughts,

Were a jumbled mess.

Hard to find sleep, ...

Visiting the past,

Is a slippery path.

There are times, ...

It is a competitive world,

Even in the quiet,

Of remote farmlands, ...