CHANGING

We are all travelers upon the level of time,

Often making the demanding judgment of the best preference,

Peering back to see if it was good.

Our trip takes us through the seasons,

The chilly, sizzling, arid along with the warm, cool, moist,

Wondering what each journey will bring to our mind’s eye.

The trip will last many years,

The seasons will change often,

And we will change also.

Changing is part of the cycle,

The series is the life giving part,

Of the trip we all take.

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Moon light

The wheels go round and round

Watching kids be themselves

Talking in different sounds

Windows half open, enjoying the smells

The miles pass through the night

Only cars passing by

Not many other adults in sight

Then I glance at the sky

The moon is full tonight

Its bountiful light can be seen by all

Creating day in the night

It has the power of enthrall

As the road passes over a lake

The moon light is stretched across the bay

Broken only by the wind swept wake

Making the night: day

I see her face in the surface bay

Her wonderful smile

She is an unblemished ray

I hold her vision for a while

Nature’s curtains start to close

And the lake has past

However, I smell a rose

But my thoughts can not last

A load noise steals my reflection

Kids on the yellow bus can do that

As much as I desire that flexion

I can not get it back

The focus is at hand

Tending teenagers on the road

Traveling with the high school band

Who had just completed a wonderful show.

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