silver moon hang over family home
back in the Huang river,
we frill the flow of our logic
a finger and a gratitude
they function the same
a road is taken
it leads to the magical Kingdom of Owentown
some mince thoughts
some bird feeding houses
a tender heart for a thriving mind
life is well crafted in King George Anderson's hand
october days turn cold
the trees hang low
bowing for a white hued blow
the rain sizzles aloud
icy and crystal substance attach to a car handle
the drive is foggy
benQ computer
it resides in yahoo homes
some fires in the words
lots of water hose put in faces
what a day to count for blessings
amazing sunday
a morning mist
some dry lawn view
why shall I laugh ?
I wish to say "bingo"
it is a human who seeks calm water
