Off the Pier
I hear the gentle rumbling of the waves as the ripples distort my reflection,
dolphins gliding under the sandy clear water,
children building mile high sandcastles fit for kings & queens,
seagulls circling over food like mighty Gods,
looking out from the pier a sea of umbrellas lines the shore,
people gathering their belongings to head home for an evening meal,
one last glimpse of the setting sun with clouds rolling back on the horizon, I know another day is yet to come.
Stillness
The stillness consumes my soul.
Mountains dominate the horizon slightly fading but always compared to the mighty Andes.
The endless steel tracks will carry the train to transport the coal.
Clouds float along in the open sky as balls of cotton candy.
For Dustin
- October 2, 2000 ~ January 7, 2020 -
A life not lost but an angel gained,
baseball flows vigorously through his veins,
a vibrant smile to light up any room,
never a moment of darkness or gloom,
always a special bond with friends and family,
eager to serve his country in the military,
a sister carries on the baseball tradition within,
while a father dedicates every new pin to him,
a courageous decision was made to be an organ donor,
four lives will gain a part of Dustin to forever honor.
Marcie Moody
Marcie Moody just got Married,
Marcie Moody lives on Muncie,
Marcie Moody eats Moon-pies,
Marcie Moody cooks Meatloaf,
Marcie Moody pedals at Midnight,
Marcie Moody loves Majestically.
Bowling
These rental shoes give me stinky feet,
the bowling lane might as well be a long street,
the pins mock me as I take my stance,
hoping for a strike realizing I don't stand a chance,
with each throw of the ball I just stare,
I can't even get a stupid spare,
here's the latest newsletter, my specially is a gutter.
Perspective
On a day when the clouds are blue and gloomy.
thoughts of you brighten my day and I don't feel so lonely,
I pray, but often stumble over what to say,
parting ways on this peaceful starry night,
may your dreams take you into an endless flight.
For Dad
- January 2, 1939 ~ September 11, 2021 -
A small act of thievery brought him into our lives,
I was able to call him dad by the time I was five,
He taught us how to dance and smile,
He gave us a story or a joke every once in a while,
He is celebrated with his loved ones all around,
A spirit set free and heaven bound,
He is on a closer walk with thee,
Please continue to watch over us is our plea.
I hear the gentle rumbling of the waves as the ripples distort my reflection,
dolphins gliding under the sandy clear water,
children building mile high sandcastles fit for kings & queens,
seagulls circling over food like mighty Gods,
looking out from the pier a sea of umbrellas lines the shore,
people gathering their belongings to head home for an evening meal,
one last glimpse of the setting sun with clouds rolling back on the horizon, I know another day is yet to come.
Stillness
The stillness consumes my soul.
Mountains dominate the horizon slightly fading but always compared to the mighty Andes.
The endless steel tracks will carry the train to transport the coal.
Clouds float along in the open sky as balls of cotton candy.
For Dustin
- October 2, 2000 ~ January 7, 2020 -
A life not lost but an angel gained,
baseball flows vigorously through his veins,
a vibrant smile to light up any room,
never a moment of darkness or gloom,
always a special bond with friends and family,
eager to serve his country in the military,
a sister carries on the baseball tradition within,
while a father dedicates every new pin to him,
a courageous decision was made to be an organ donor,
four lives will gain a part of Dustin to forever honor.
Marcie Moody
Marcie Moody just got Married,
Marcie Moody lives on Muncie,
Marcie Moody eats Moon-pies,
Marcie Moody cooks Meatloaf,
Marcie Moody pedals at Midnight,
Marcie Moody loves Majestically.
Bowling
These rental shoes give me stinky feet,
the bowling lane might as well be a long street,
the pins mock me as I take my stance,
hoping for a strike realizing I don't stand a chance,
with each throw of the ball I just stare,
I can't even get a stupid spare,
here's the latest newsletter, my specially is a gutter.
Perspective
On a day when the clouds are blue and gloomy.
thoughts of you brighten my day and I don't feel so lonely,
I pray, but often stumble over what to say,
parting ways on this peaceful starry night,
may your dreams take you into an endless flight.
For Dad
- January 2, 1939 ~ September 11, 2021 -
A small act of thievery brought him into our lives,
I was able to call him dad by the time I was five,
He taught us how to dance and smile,
He gave us a story or a joke every once in a while,
He is celebrated with his loved ones all around,
A spirit set free and heaven bound,
He is on a closer walk with thee,
Please continue to watch over us is our plea.