Large or small, can trip you up
Choose your steps with care
Think before you place your foot
Stones are everywhere
Tanka

A human Finger writes in the sand,
Words a heart needs to say.
And a dry Bone held in a hand,
Draws word pictures in moist clay.
A Reed blowing in a Egypt’s land,
Is used to scribe events of the day.
And Romans, in their culture so grand,
Invent the Stylus, so they say.
Anglo-Saxons cleverly planned,
To write books using a Quill as a way.
Then upon the world’s Grand-Stand,
The lead Pencil’s design is put on display,
Yet, Pencil writing was undermanned,
So ink Pens were created in various array.
But, for all those invented, both great and bland,
The Finger is still used to text and sign today.
Rhyme

Let not your melancoly heart hold to drear
The daffodils speak of Spring coming soon
Should your nostalgic mind be given to fear
Take a stroll through the Daffodils this mid-noon
No matter the gloomy forecasts you hear
Yellow Daffodils sing Springtime’s tune
So come, shed Winter’s heavy cloak of grey,
Take a walk among the Daffodils today
Ottava Rima
Out into the cold,
Adventure
Awaits as
Frozen twigs snap beneath my
Heavy booted feet.
In the night
A weak little lamb
Strayed away
From the flock
Searching for greener pastures
Led by the enemy
My heart aches
But not from the cold
Rod in hand
I walk in
My Father’s Authority
Clinging to His Word
Fear tries to
Silently creep in
Doubt tries to
Overwhelm
But my feet are as hinds feet
And my mind is sure
Determined
To save the lost
I move on
To overcome
My face set like flint
Lord God is my help
Wintery
Brisk air fills my lungs
As I cry out
At the sight
Rejoicefully I carry
My long lost sheep home!
Six Shadorma Story
Based on Luke 15: 4-7, Isaiah 50:7, Habakkuk 3:19