Remembering all the camping trips, at home with nature, recharging my batteries alongside a campfire, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores.
A relevant time in life, giving faith a reason to continue to be held tightly within my soul.
Evening skies, sparkling with twinkling stars, winking down upon us as we slept out in the open, looking at the sky until we fell asleep.
Sensing hearts of everyone are true to the red, white and blue.Never running from any hardship, just digging into the job at hand.
Poverty-stricken according to folks who knew about thatsort of thing,yet, with parents and seven siblings I didn’t realize it.We had each other, what more could anyone want?
I continue to remain a stranger to it’s thoughtof rejection.
Skyways of intense indignation following me down straight-aways, keeping the allocation of verse in certain periods of life, as I continue to free myself from all outer, earthly strings in life.
Silly moving reflections – new with each passing car.In front of the building, sitting with head bent over, leaning on uplifted knees, trying to sleep.Homeless, down on his luck, dreaming dreams of depravation and loneliness, no food in his stomach.Behind him is a beautiful building, Chase Bank, filled with money, none to share.Vision of the…
Seeking thought of memories deeply inside my mind, watching and waiting for another place in line with a journey into the future.
