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| The Call Morning or night, so very difficult to tell Only a loud bell like ringing is what I hear Stumbling along I ran to answer the doorbell No one there, just darkness, now feeling fear Feeling clammy and nervous, I hear it again The bell's constant ringing just will not stop Can't shut it off, my head feels such a pain Afraid now, maybe I should phone a cop I sigh with relief, for I see the ringing culprit The telephone, ringing noisily on the table Alarmed and uncertain, I finally answered it Thinking, no matter what, I have to stay stable Sadness is relayed by Mom, who doesn't pretend As I listen to what she says, I just want to scream She has to go to a funeral for my brother's friend Which woke me up out of my horrible sad dream Walking in The Woods Along a fall-laden path we all go for a walk Listening to the wind and crunching of leaves Cedar trees weaving back and forth as we talk A message received, that nature never deceives Feel the splendid peace that nature can provide Such a relief to toss our man made worries aside While watching the forest creatures run and hide Enjoy some happiness and get back a little pride Logs covered with moss lay on the forest's floor So quiet and untroubled allowing us time to think Discover some healing if we don't shut the door By opening up to the forest to find life's magic link We enjoy watching the leaves fall on the wood's floor While feelings come over us which can't be explained For tromping through the bush walking is never a bore Peace was discovered even on the days that it rained |
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