Weaver Of Tales

Once upon a time,
in a lush land that sits
just north of the equator,
an engineer and a composer
gave the gift to the world
to there only daughter,,,,,,,

The lost Art of story telling.
the stirring memories of stories
at bedtime and a period of rest,
are relived and revived by a woman
named Angela Loyd,,, http://www.angelalloyd.com/ . Her story is
and interesting read, as she
continues to tell these tales.
She has been invited to the
National Storytelling Festival
in Jonesborough Tennessee where
she will bring her unique mixture
of narrative and song, strumming
on her beloved washboard as she
stands beneath her "sunbrella",
blue eyes ever crinkled into a smile.

Storm

A sudden storm
thunder, lightning,
rain, wind.
I sit and watch,
listen.
The smell of rain,
the power, energy
of the lightning,
pleasing contentment.

A brilliant woman
A simple man
An unusual child
It works!

Clouds

As I lay on
the fresh groomed
grass, i look up
at the clouds,
finding images.
As you stare
they become
realistic, then
as they move
images change..
Smell the grass,
look up, let you
mind go.

Ever Changing

The leaves are falling
much to my dismay
It seems they just arrived
now there slowly going away
Like the ever changing butterfly
this is how it is to be
time for change
never to stay just for me
There is beauty in every season
I just have to look around
for like the changing butterfly
It will be there it will be found

Up There

As I stand out looking
up, stars so bright
I wonder.
What's really up
there beyond what
we know, see.
My mind goes
places that wouldn't
seem normal to some.
As the years pass
we find more and more
"up there".
We will never know
all the I wonders, I
feel it is not for us to
know everything, not
in my lifetime.
It is fascinating to
let my mind free
to wonder.