The Wild Mustang

   Grace in motion. A flawless beauty, a wild passion set free in
one spirited gallop.
   A beauty set free amongst the starry nights and sunny days.
   A lovely voice singing in the still of night as it flies on
winged hooves.
   Kicking up the ground and churning the soil between your hooves.
   The wind streaking through your hair as you canter
through starlit fields and across sunlit mountains. Searching,
straining to find a safe haven.
   Now your beauty, wild grace and gentle voice are in
jeopardy. You are slowing being lost to a growing
world.
   And once you are gone, you will never return.

Imagination

   An eagle soars through the empty desert of my mind. Waiting
for the flood of imagination to come through and sweep it away.
   A flood of water swirls around the corners of my mind's
house. It sweeps through, brushing away cobwebs.
   It sends an electric bolt through my body. Surging through
my fingers, moving the pencil across the page.
   The words surge forth faster than I can write. Thoughts get
jumbled across the blank page. Yet they magically come together.
   As swiftly as it comes, it goes. Inspiration and imagination
gallop away like wild horses, crossing the field of paper and ink.
   Breezes flutter the pages, casting thoughts to the floor. The horses
of imagination cast their silver shadows on my heart. Slowly,
they come back, did they ever leave?
   Slowly, I close the book and put the pencil on the desk.
Save my imagination for another rainy day.

True Love Lasts Forever

   My one perfect love. A rose among thorns.
A dove among vultures. A perfect beauty.
   Without blemish or spot. A lily
amongst wheat. My bride, my one true
love, a white rose. White, a symbol of
your purity. Red, a symbol of our love.
Black, the color of my life without you.
   We, two, shall stand always. Never to
part. I take thee, my wife, to love in
sickness and health. 'Til death do us
part.
   Your soul is a beautiful song,
full of laughter and gentility. I will
love you always, forever.

The Cowboys

   Roping, cutting, leading, riding into history.
   You left behind legends, songs, stories and techniques.
You conquered the west, and the world, even though you
didn't know it.
   You guided the cattle through the plains. You sang your
songs which echoed through the night and into the day. Even
today, you echo through the pages of history. You are rustic
heroes in a technological world.
   Little boys, and girls, try to be like you. They don't understand
what you did. Your legacy lives through the textbooks
and through a few who are doing what you did. You live.
   Even though you aren't around as much, we admire you just
the same.
   One day, I hope to live a legacy just as great as yours. You
are my heroes and your legacy is what I'm living in my
life.
   You are the cowboys.

The Swing

   Rocking back and forth, my bare-feet rubbing against the
rough wood of the deck. The sunlight sparkles against the
green grass. The children dump sand, from the sandbox,
onto the porch.
   Squirming puppies crawl all over the green swing. They jump
off, then cry to be picked up. The dog brings home his girl. We
sit on the swing and pet them both.
   Now-a-days one puppy is bigger. He wags his tail so hard
his whole body shakes. Our other puppy ran away. We still sit
on the, chipped, green paint swing. We pet our dog, Hunter.
   The swing rocks back and forth in the breeze, as the
rain pours on either side of the porch. Dark gray clouds come
together, while the children play with their toys on the swing.

To A Best Friend

   How can I repay you for all the times you listened to my sorrows?
How can I repay you for all the hours you spent listening to my
endless chatter?
   How can I repay you for putting up with me for so long? What
could I give you to say, "Thank You"? What words can there be
to express how much I love you for always being there when
I needed you?
   God must have known how lonely I would be on this Earth, so, He
sent you to me! You brought me closer to God without even
knowing it.
   You kept me sane in an insane world. You were sweet when the
world was bitter. When I was down, you pulled me up. When I
cried you were always there to dry my tears and say, "It'll
be okay."
   Love doesn't really cover every area of the way I feel
about you. You've done everything for me, now it is my
turn to give your gift back to you.
   You are the best friend anyone could wish for. I am
the luckiest person in the world to be your friend.
   Thank You! :)

Sweet Secrets

   Sweet vanilla fills my room. Mixed with sugar, dancing around
the fan. Filling my nose, warm, comforting, strong and safe.
   Tracing lines on the ceiling, soaking into the glass windows.
Sweeping across my navy blue carpet, whispering sweet
secrets to the dust on the shelf.
   Running through my hair, clinging to my clothes. Sending
little love letters in fragrant bursts.
   Sweet vanilla fills my room, warm and safe. Whispering
sweet secrets to the dust on the shelf. Sending little love
letters to my soul in fragrant bursts.