The water quietly murmurs along its path flint rock lying in the bed becoming smoother with each ripple songs, chirps, calls of birds colorful and dull The sighs of the leafy abode shades of green from forest to moss monuments of wood and stone The trace of a breeze like a child blowing bubbles that carries the hint of the coolness of the woods The woods keep the secrets the creek keeps the woods I keep the silence of all within my heart

Her name was May. Not named for the month of showers, flowers and springtime But short for Maybe As in maybe this kid won’t make it As in maybe someone else will take this kid Pushed aside and forgotten most of the time She screamed and clawed her way into this world Soon learning that silent was the way to be Going unnoticed among the crowd She tiptoed along on the steady route Through the background of her thorny life Forging a path, rising Until standing at the front, still faceless, soundless to many She found her way, her voice, her worth She made it Just maybe No , just May Named for perhaps, might, could

  Felts House, WKU Campus, Bowling Green, KY Standing in the breezeway Of an era vanished like the mammoth A cast iron kettle lays upended Beside cold ashes No longer useful    Of a time now only in memories The grubbing hoe leans Amongst other forgotten tools Like rubbish in the corner   The days of working sunup till sundown Fading away with the years The spinning wheel is still  Silent without calloused hands to move it Discarded with yesterday’s tricks   Families scattered now Once shaped together Apparitions visiting like kinfolk That gathered days ago Standing in the breezeway

She prayed for intervention Waiting and wanting her cry No one answered Only the trees cared to touch http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcmorr/2388666320/ She waited for a miracle Giving up had become her hymn No one ever listened Only the wind cared to comment She lingered for a dream Long ago was but a wish No one provided Only the house cared to stand

Messages from the Heart Your heart tells on you Not with words But with messages Little things Those that mean the most It’s An explosion of joy from A heart full of laughter Because of ecstatic love It’s A radiant look A heart full of pride Because of awe-struck love These messages Don’t last long Only a moment Live for that moment