August heat gives way

It shadows me;

When Mom told me not to stick the knife in the outlet, I did it anyway and now my hand is burnt. When Dad said don’t climb on the bookshelves, I climbed to the top shelf and now my arm is broken. When Mom said don’t eat too much junk food, I said too bad and now my stomach hurts. When Dad said running with scissors was a bad idea, I ran as fast as I could and now I have 13 stitches. When Mom said I should be careful in love, I said "whatever" and now I am nursing a broken heart. It sometimes took more than words to teach me a lesson. And in order to help me fly, My parents first had to watch me fall. And now they’re telling me to be careful in the world, ​ ​as I start my own life.​ ​And I’m saying to them,​ ​Don’t worry, you taught me well. --Cory Vehafric Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

Walk with me through snowy woods On frost-cloaked mornings Ice crunching, shattering underfoot Crystals riding streams of breath Like stars shimmering as a new day is spoken Say, I love you, and hold my hand warmly --Kim Steffgen Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

I like chocolate

The months fit like stones in the wall by the garden.

Just before midnight

When I was young Mom asked me Why do you have a happy face? I looked up from the book with glee Because it's my favorite place Later when I became a dad My son asked me to my face Why does reading make you glad? Because it's my favorite place My wife asked me when I retired And left the rat race Why doesn't so much reading make you tired? Because it's my favorite place --Barry Kennedy Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print;

Sunny flower found among the lowered heads

Forget the babbling brook.

The raw wind gentles its chapped hands

This mighty little river runs