Far From Home

The breeze is dancing through the trees
To the soft humming of the bees,
The fragrance of the summer blooms
Is spilling through the sunlit rooms,
And satin waves brush down the shore
While laughter settles by the door.

My heart still lingers by the sea;
There my love sings a melody
And longs to hold me tenderly
When I return across the sea.

Reflections

The sunlight lingers in my dreams

And rainbows in my tears;

My joy is not all that it seems

But neither are my fears.

Broken Wings

The sunshine traced my broken wings
Beneath the summer sky;
I may never be whole again,
But, with Him, I can fly.

The Last Roll Call

Tears trickled softly from the clouds,
Down the face of the sky
They spilled into my empty heart
And welled up in my eye
Too many tears fall in the night
Too many tears I’ve cried
Too many tears for each young man
Who lived and fought and died
I stood beside their empty boots
Beneath a tear streaked sky
And when no voice answered the roll
All I could do was cry.

To the ten young men who left Ft Lewis a month and a half ago and have come home too soon. Buffaloes!

September 11, 2009 on Mt Rainier

Two shots of the Moon over the mountain....
Mt Rainier has a little brother.... Meet Mt Adams! Next mountain south is St Helens

Second Morning of the Weekend

The morning dawned in pinks and blues and purples...
And then it turned golden and bright!Do I live in Paradise, or what?!!

First Morning of the Weekend...

The morning dawned misty and pink
Then it turned golden and filmyThen the haze burned off and the sun burned silver in the morning sky!