When you whisper in my ear,

as airy voices ring in our earsfirst about dogsa pack of them chasing some poor deerthen we hear of a black and whitespotted monsterfrom there to Rabby Burnswho’s breeding like rabbits!Then on to the poor misses who has everythingbut doesn’t know what to doand then a serenadeabout people standing on their heads,ah but it doesn’t…

life will one day reward you.If you can reach out across the milesand rekindle a flamethat may have lost its glowin time the seeds of happinesswill begin to growand contentment withinwill stand fast with youfor the seeds you have sown.

The answer is like a twinkling star,that seems to go on forever,or that cache of gold,at the end of every rainbow.Describing beauty is impossible,when everything is beautiful.30 Aug – 2 Sept 1995

has a story to tellof how it got there.It could have been droppedby some careless handor thrown away deliberatelyby some litter bug.Now that bit of paperstarted its life as a tree,standing tall and majesticin some far off land.It was probably the homeof some wild creature thereuntil a lumberjackwith no pitycame along and cut it down.Now…

but we pass by sayingwe have nothing to give.However, we are wrongas we have more to give than we think.We have words of comfortto console someone in time of loss,a heart filled with loveto extend to everyone we meet.Hands to hold and guidethose who have lost their way.We may think because we have no moneythat…

when he saw her therefrom the corner of his eye.She was older now,but her beauty had not faded.She turned in his directionand he smiled at her.At first, she looked at him strangelyuntil there was recognition.She smiled backand then joined him.They sat there on the park benchthe sun smiling down on themas the daffodils swayed in…