
photo by Darlene Bell
Gus
I once had a lizard named Gus Whose talents and genius were thus: He never would talk, Just slept on a rock, Refusing to entertain us.

I once had a lizard named Gus Whose talents and genius were thus: He never would talk, Just slept on a rock, Refusing to entertain us.

Black and shiny, small and green - And some too tiny to be seen - Flying beetles, slimy slugs - The beauty and the joy of bugs!

Blackbird near bright sky perched in leafless winter tree edifies himself.

Pine cones blossoming wooden flowers ripen then decorate the ground.

Heart is new. Sins are few. Words are true. Is this you?

Shadowy figures creep unseen through dark forests afraid of the light.

From a solid truth comes life, death, and liberty such peace in knowing.

Lily saw a ladybug. Lily pet a mule. Lily heard a meadowlark on her way to school. Lily climbed a willow tree. Lily tumbled down. Lily picked a buttercup on her way to town. Lily fed her puppy dog. Lily ate some bread. Lily brushed her curly hair on her way to bed.

A lantern lights a little room. The sun lights up the sky. A candle shines a little light To read a story by.

While walking in beautiful weather, I found a magnificent feather. Its colors were brilliant, Its fibers resilient - A gift for my dear daughter, Heather.