Inauguration '09

Hope is found in the sea of humanity-

Held high in the hand of man-

An outburst-fills the air__

And is heard__across the land-

And with the turmoil-is felt-

The hope of all-standing still-

Many different hues-pressed together-

Watching and waiting-in the chill-

Full of wonder-fear and dreams-

Abandoned-he stands alone-

What tomorrow holds-for mankind-

Is unknown-

18 by 24 original oil of Palm tree and Heron.
18 by 24 original oil painting of Big Talbot Island. 16 by 20 original oil of girl feeding gulls.
16 by 20 oil painting of spring done on tissue paper
on canvas.

My Father's World


Do you pay attention as you journey thru this life?
Hold the beauty of today in your hand,
and watch as yesterday's troubles fly away.
You must learn to see and trust in what you see
Even when the storm clouds gather,
Walk towards your dreams,
Where the path is littered with sticks and stones.
Paint the sky as you go,
Reach up and touch the clouds.
Listen for the sound of the bagpipes
As a lonely figure walks along the shore
in the evening mist.
Tell me how you feel and
I'll give you my teddy bear.
Fill my lap with sweet scented flowers
and let the water from the falls
wash me clean.
Hear the distant roar of thunder
as the drops hit the warm earth.
Walk in the rain with me and listen
to the song of the birds,
Always vigilant of the promise.
When you lay your head on your pillow
dream of the crow feeding the baby kitten.
This is my Father's world.
All is well.

Memories

Memories

I walked out and closed the door

To enter here I would no more.

Oh the memories this old house did hold

Of years gone by, of winters cold.

Of children bathing by the old wood stove

Then off to bed when they were told.

To the outhouse we would go

Fighting off ghosts and knee-deep snow.

A summer swim in a damned up creek,

An evening game of hide and seek.

A Sunday trip to Grandma's house

Around devil's elbow quick as a mouse.

If we were good and didn't fuss,

There'd be an ice cream, just for us.

Summer's over, to school we go,

Fall leaves falling, colors all aglow.

Down the hill on a piece of tin

Ice forming on many a chin.

A Christmas tree that we cut down,

The smell of the season all around.

Carols sung and stockings hung,

A turkey roasted and fresh baked pies.

Christmas morn and a hidden tree,

Then presents revealed for all to see.

This was our family, 10 siblings strong,

We all will be gone before to long.

In our place there will be

A new generation building their memories.

Time goes so fast, time goes so slow

Generations come, generations go.

In our hearts we'll always hold

Memories past, worth more than gold.