entering Page 39 of my Book of Prose & Poems....

                         
                  
                  
                    From Skies of Grey and Nimbus Clouds,  
                         a drop of Rain did fall.... 

                         
                              Many continued without delay...
                          and formed a Stream that covers the Earth below.

                              The Stream did swell O'er rocky Glenn...
                  Rushing Current to enter every River Bend.

                      The Ocean not rising to meet the Flow
                  but Laughing upon the Shores...
                         
                       Tipping Her Hats in the Breeze, 
                  she washes Particles of Old showing age
                  and Restlessness without fear of Death..So Bold!
         
                       The People they run quick along the Sandy Shore,
                  Quick to enjoy it Evermore......

...Submitting page 37 of my Book of Poems & Prose

                                              HAVE YOU EVER..?

                                             
                                              Have you ever seen
                               a Cat without a Tail.....
                               have you ever seen
                               a Fast moving Snail ?

                               Have you ever seen 
                               a Bird without Flight...
                               Have you ever seen
                               a Star without a Night ?

                               You have seen
                                these all
                                if you have a 
                                House without a Wall....

                                Or a House
                                without a Door...
                                to Walk into your House
                                which has no Floor.

                                If you live in an
                                Empty Home......
                                you are but left
                                to Wander and Rome.

                                Have you ever heard
                                a Voice without a Song 
                                have you ever done
                                a Right Without a Wrong ?

                                Have you ever Walked
                                but never Stepped.........   
                                Have you ever Dreamt 
                                but never Slept ?
                       
                                Have you ever heard 
                                a Heart without a Beat ?
                                or have ever Tasted                   
                                a Candy that wasn't Sweet.

                                Have you ever Loved
                                Yet you were alone....
                                Have you ever returned 
                                to that Empty Home ?

       ...Emptiness is but Sweet Sorrow...only to be filled 
                 with Joy upon Tommorrow ........















                              

... Poem # One....Two...Three...Four.....

         ......O.K... just to get things started for now...it goes out to my friends up North.....
    
           Poem # One....
     
                    The Snows on the Ground....
  
                    The Eareth's Below....
             
                    The Love's all Around....
   
                    The People We know....
                    
         
..... now for Poem # Two.....

                        
                    Say 'Hi' to Him, don't Grieve or 'Not'
                   
                    For he Has Brought You....I thought,
                      
                    ....A Lolly Pop.....!

  
              Poem # Three.....

                    
                    She Saw Me Fix....

                    If Not She Did....
      
                    But I Saw Her...
                  
                    and ..of Course...I Did 
    

             Poem # Four.... 

                    The Time Moved Slow.....
                    
                    With Hands to Still Whirl......

                    It Brings Upon the Face...

                    A Sad But True Place....
                    

....A 'Poem' from the past.....

               This is something I wrote in the past from a collection of writings I did back in the late Sixties & early Seventies....the first one is a unusual presentation that can be interpreted in a few ways, but still coming out as the same topic...well it's hard to decribe so here it is and you can see for yourself.....
            .....the title is ..'Going Up?'....

                              ZIG ZAG
                                               AND A PAPER
                    I WAS THERE
                                               WHEN A FRIEND
         AND I SAT AWHILE
                                               WIND AND RAIN
    BLOWING THE GRASS
                                               BY PASSING THE FIRE
GREENS WERE SMOKED
                                               LEAVING OUR THOUGHTS BEHIND
GETTING LOST IN A HIGH
                                               LAUGHTER AND SOUND
BEING FOUND IN A BAG 
                                               FOLLOWED A RYHME
           WE BOTH TOATED
                                               NOT MUCH MORE
           A NICKLE OR TWO.

.....Now take a piece of paper and cover the Right side of the Poem.

  I hope you enjoy this little 'Side Trip', and I have more to share, but no others like this....and I'm sure I could never duplicate it at this point in my life, althought I hope to continue writing more for all to enjoy......