By: Ron Manclaw 02012004-OL
My eyes fill as I crossover the next peak
lifting more hearts like a meteor showers.
With, love and joy, it’s a banquet of flowers
unique, yet not as Creator did in one week.
Roses wild – smell nice and are very pretty
but are never quite the like of long stems.
And, diamonds and rubies are brightest of gems
while stars in the sky twinkle more witty.
My life passes tossing over ebb, oft in flow
Some sifting in detail, others looking at holes.
With commitment to caring, kind minded souls
get many things planted yet not all to hoe.
Clouds roll by – shades and shapes very pretty
none ever reveal as much as they cover or seal.
Strangers knowing smiles suggest gusto and zeal
But, was the glimpse knowing, real or just witty.
My deeds may seem wild yet not all are petty
Some quite unique – just so much like thee;
in all shapes and sizes we’re pleasing to see
like in fields’ wildflowers seem more pretty.