Saturday morning with coffee hot and strong.
Joni Mitchelle singing a soft smooth song...

The past year has been quite a ride.
Some days rolled over me like a moon drawn tide...

Where do I find the words I write?
One might think it quite a plight...

The view from the deck of a ship at night,
Can be such a wondrous sight...

Haze gray and underway,
Never too long will I stay...

I awoke with a poem dancing through my mind.
I tried to grasp just what kind...

In a world filled with wonders,
Your strengths set you asunder...

Writing
Writing has often helped set me free...

I look at my life in so many ways.
So varied it often leaves me dazed...

My Beacon
The sun is rising on a new day...

Though I cannot even call you friend,
I have read your words time and again...

I shall try and write a little ditty
To show everyone I can be witty...