The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little frown.
No matter where you'd go around town to stroll,
There were perfect little houses, all in a perfect row.
in Winter Poems
The crunching snow beneath my feet
Breaks the silence of the winter eve.
I hear the patter of beginning sleep
On my evening stroll, as others sleep.
in Faith Poems
Where do you go when the cold wind blows,
and you're lost in the woods at night?
The snowflakes fall and a lone wolf howls,
and your soul's consumed by fright.
Simple Sam was a simple man.
He lived each day by a simple plan.
Enjoy your life and live while you can.
Make each day count and take a stand.
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight you'd have to go far.
I asked him once why he lived in a jar.
He grimaced and said, how bizarre you are.
I LOVE strangeness, the bizarre, the absurd... thus, this is right up my bowling alley!