I sat in a boxWith walls on each side.Not too tall.Not too wide.To think.To ponder.To pray.To hide.I sat in a box and cried.

My favorite words in the world are these: “what” and “if” in conjunction.They question curiosities in simple form and function.“What” is a query of broadest scope.“If" is wonder that fuels all hope.Together they lasso the mind like rope, and spur the wildest deductions!

I scared a little porcupineand caught a quill in my behind.It hurt so badly in my tail,but tugging on it made me yell.The porcupine was still around,so I complained. He simply frownedand said, "Stop whining! Look and seehow many quills are stuck on me!

The summer sun welcomes me outto sandy beaches with palm trees. I am lulled by caressing raysas warm as heavy, denim quilts.The heat melts away distressesfrom my muscles, from my thinking.Entranced and contented, I baskin the careless arms of sunshine.

Oh sun! Fervid sun!You welcome me with summer.Drench me in your rays.

Memories of past.Heartaches of old.Courage of brass.Lessons of gold.

How much kindness should I show?Enough to set all hearts aglow.Just how patient must I be?Enough to calm the stormy sea.How much love doth God require?Enough to lift the heavens higher.

Oh, Man in the Moon""Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes, and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies. Oh, man in the moon, send the night's cool breeze to lull my leery heart, and I shall cast my fears to the wind with ease, and watch them all depart.Oh, man in the moon, send the sandman's dust to rest my weary soul, and I shall slumber in happy dreams until the morning bells do toll.

Oh, the wondrous places through which I wander:woodlands, meadows, and green hillsides yonder.I hike over mossy, meandering paths.Dead branches serve nicely as walking staffs.The sunset paints scenery crimson and gold.Oh, wondrous nature dyed in colors bold.