Music   By Steve   The river of light cascaded to the floor Sweeping our eyes along with it We saw only one person Though others were there   The first riffs unleashed with a fury of passion Like a wildfire on a hot dry day The sparks flew and flames spread Throughout our spirits and our souls   The familiar chords awoke the emotions Bringing back those feelings of long ago Bringing back the joy of earlier years Bringing back the memories we had put aside   Not a catharsis, n

If the West Findley covered bridge could talk What would it tell us? One hundred and five years of use And thousands of crossings   The...

50   What does 50 means? From Alabama to Wyoming I’ve traveled through them all But still haven’t seen enough   Ice floes to warms...

By Steve   It was the quintessential tea house Fourteen blends of black tea alone Served from steaming teapots “No Coffee Served” said...

From foreign lands came newfound faces Individual adventures Within a shared adventure Different points of view and perspectives Shared...

My grandfather travels with me I never knew him He died when I was 3 But he lived long enough to see me He wanted to come to the beach...

The symmetry of the game is enduring Change does happen The field deepens and shortens The walls go higher and lower But the symmetry...

Merry By Steve As a potter, I’m a better poet I can throw words all day I can throw clay only so far Seemingly always off center But the...

Round Rock (On the Chisholm Trail) The paths they traveled I stand in now I walk in the same place As they did Some have their names in...

I read Whitman His writing is complicated Full of ideas that seem arcane But it’s simply my lack of understanding In “Kosmos” he explains...

The words flowing off the quill The grand strokes of greens and blues The master plans that will help all those in need Such Grand...

Arve He glides with wings unseen Watching over those he has known In many years of his life on this earth Why he is gone is mysterious To...

“I didn’t want to remember you that way.” She said but how could she know? She had put me on that plane years ago And not seen me in...

She was sitting in the middle of the grove A traffic cone by her right elbow A strange sight. One that baffled and made me curious. As I...