My horse knows that when I’m grown,we’ll ride the prairies all alone,drivin’ cattle ’cross dusty plains,in the saddle, sun and rain.I’ll never need the finest clothesnor put my hair in pretty bows,with cowgirl boots and cowgirl hat,nothin’ fancy’s where it’s at.From "Cowgirl Dreams,

Leaves are love letters that fall from the sky,in the brightest of colorssee how they fly!from the fall/autumn poem, Step Out in Color!

The undercarraige kissed the snowy earth. Shadowy snow scenes, with frosted trees that shivered, flashed past the side windows. Powedery snow floated on the air. They glided to a standstill. The bird had landed

Foamy and frothy,ribbons white,reflecting soft sunbeamsto our delight,foaming in crests,rippling warm sands, tracing their patternson the dry land.From The poem, " Seashore