The trees dance to the song of the zephyr.
The blue sky tumbles.
crashes,
roars across the sky.

The fire coloured grass shivers
as the breath of the wind passes it.
The world is in motion

      all about me.

      In me,

   I am alive

P.B.

Laughing

I can still see the
smile on Scott's
face when he stood
in that old row
boat.
I had the rain coat
on and he wore the
captain's hat. We
would always have
the
same fight over
who would get to
wear that
old cap. Somehow
he Always won, At
least that's
the way I've
Remembered it.
Together we
thought we were
leading the world
without ever
leaving the sand
that the boats were
anchored in.

I still think of those
old boats in the
sand and what they
meant to me.
Last winter Scott
sent me a
Christmas card
with a letter, from a
better place. He
told me of how he
was working hard
so that he could
pay the bank. He
told me life is an
ugly circle that
never seemed to
end. He didn't say
anything that I had
not already known.
Although he didn't
mention it I knew
he had
been thinking of
those hot summers
by the
lake both of us
standing in those
old boats laughing.

K.S.