Soaring high
Above the sky...

I hate estrogen
It annoys me to no end...

When you hold
A golden flower...

Don’t let anyone
Tell you, you are fat...

Walking through
The dewy green...

Lashing out
Slapping away...

Trees drip sappy water
After the rapid, and...

I carry these balloons
And hold them high...

***This poem was inspired this morning. I was on...
I saw you there...

He loved her
With all of his heart...

***Before you read this I want to tell you about...
Why am I...

As the wind soars
I move along...