A wooded path

A walk in the woods

Quiet solitude, soft light

And then a bird chirps

The Fallen

Memorial Day

In service to our Country

A Flag for each one

Last quarter

The moon underscored

By a pulsing white contrail

Just water vapor

Waiting

Waiting for their turn

We all grow at different rates

Be patient you'll bloom

Quiet contemplation

As you go through life

Reflect on where you have been

And where you're going

Reach

Reaching for the sky

Just and overused cliche`

Until you try it

Follow the leader

Follow the leader

As long as conscience allows

Then find the right way