Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

It's summer and time for wandering...

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

With your visualization intact, commit to act.

Serving Leaders teach others the knowledge, skills, and strategies they need to succeed.

Defer not till tomorrow to be wise tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.

Trust in time rather than timing.

What one day gives us, another takes away from us. [What one day gives, another takes away from us.]

If you're injured in an automobile accident, and you sue the driver, you get much more for your injury than if you're fighting for your country. There's a double standard here.

Security for agriculture merits serious concern by not only the agricultural community but our nation as a whole. The risk to the U.S. food supply and overall economy is real.

I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights.

Artists work best alone. Work alone.

I have chosen to be happy because it is goo for my health.