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Janna Brown

United States

I'm a bit of an old soul, with a passion for writing. I believe strongly in freedom of speech and love to hear everyones opinion, whether I agree or not. I hope to sieze everyday and find adventure always, but more than anything I love to be outside.

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Daydreamer, nature lover, free spirit with an old soul, filled with wanderlust and a need for adventure.

Published Work

Fly

She decided to touch the sky,
So she took a chance and learned to fly.
She said goodbye to the ground 
She took flight and never once looked back down.
Something in her seemed to stir,
So she left the world behind her.
She always believed everything was worth a try
And she lived for the moments where she felt like she could fly.
She always hoped for something more
And with that hope she began to soar.
They always said that her head was stuck in the clouds
And now it seems they'll never bring her back down.
Because she did something none of the rest of them dared to do.
She took a chance and she flew.

Fly

She decided to touch the sky,
So she took a chance and learned to fly.
She said goodbye to the ground 
She took flight and never once looked back down.
Something in her seemed to stir,
So she left the world behind her.
She always believed everything was worth a try
And she lived for the moments where she felt like she could fly.
She always hoped for something more
And with that hope she began to soar.
They always said that her head was stuck in the clouds
And now it seems they'll never bring her back down.
Because she did something none of the rest of them dared to do.
She took a chance and she flew.

An Autumn Reflection

Streaks of chestnut breathing hues of orange, yellow, and red.
Hundreds of little acorns laying on a soft green bed,
Looking up at the bright blue sky standing overhead.
I went out and looked at how the leaves had changed,
And as the wind blew they swirled around me and were rearranged.
Have you ever smelt the back of a leaf?
Or taken a moment to breathe in the mountains and the hills, even if that moment was brief?
Dont the leaves smell like cinnamon and nutmeg?
Have you ever thought of Fall as the setting of the sun and Spring as when it rises?
Have you ever wondered what everything symbolizes?
Have you ever climbed to the top of a hill?
And made all time stand still?
Have you ever watched the harvest moon?
Or listened to the crow’s sullen tune?
Maybe if you breathe into the colors of the mountains, the colors will breathe back into you?
Maybe...

Paths

The arrow spins and spins
And for some it never ends.
In the woods there's a path with marked signs,
A path which is known to confine.
But then there is a path left unmarked.
Down one we each embarked.
Most took the planned out path, because it was the path of least resistance,
But I decided I could go the distance.
The first path was quick to conform,
But I've never been one for reform.
Down my path there were trials,
Which made the trip more worthwhile.
Though everyone took the easy way,
I went astray.
A decision I would make again, even in my deepest hours of reflection,
Because for me the arrow points in only one direction.
Remember conformity comes at a cost,
But if you follow your own path, you'll never be lost.  

Paths

The arrow spins and spins
And for some it never ends.
In the woods there's a path with marked signs,
A path which is known to confine.
But then there is a path left unmarked.
Down one we each embarked.
Most took the planned out path, because it was the path of least resistance,
But I decided I could go the distance.
The first path was quick to conform,
But I've never been one for reform.
Down my path there were trials,
Which made the trip more worthwhile.
Though everyone took the easy way,
I went astray.
A decision I would make again, even in my deepest hours of reflection,
Because for me the arrow points in only one direction.
Remember conformity comes at a cost,
But if you follow your own path, you'll never be lost.  

Chasing The Rapids + A Challenge for the WTW Writers

I feel it beating in my heart, its coursing through my veins,
Inside of me there’s a need to chase the rapids and to taste the rain
To touch the earth and to wander in the wind.
To take each turn around every river bend
And to climb to the top of each waterfall,
Just to breathe in it all.
A need to swing down from tree branches,
Because in life we must all take our chances.
In me there’s a need to live life and see just how far my dreams extend
There’s a need to chase the rapids down every river bend.
In me there’s something I can’t deny,
No matter how hard I might try.
In me there’s this need to be free,
A need to roll like waves upon the sea,
To sail around the earth's end
And to chase the rapids down every river bend.  
 

Chasing The Rapids + A Challenge for the WTW Writers

I feel it beating in my heart, its coursing through my veins,
Inside of me there’s a need to chase the rapids and to taste the rain
To touch the earth and to wander in the wind.
To take each turn around every river bend
And to climb to the top of each waterfall,
Just to breathe in it all.
A need to swing down from tree branches,
Because in life we must all take our chances.
In me there’s a need to live life and see just how far my dreams extend
There’s a need to chase the rapids down every river bend.
In me there’s something I can’t deny,
No matter how hard I might try.
In me there’s this need to be free,
A need to roll like waves upon the sea,
To sail around the earth's end
And to chase the rapids down every river bend.  
 

@PRANAVI_079 Q&A

1. If you could live anywhere on this planet, where would it be and why?  I can honestly say there is no other place I'd rather live than where I currently am, surronded by my wonderful family.

2. What is your biggest fear?  I don't know really, maybe jellyfish :p I think they're truly beautiful animals, but I am scared to death of being stung by one.

3. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be?  I'd probably say a dolphin, because I tend to be very curious and playful. 

4. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join?  Really tough question, I love music especially from the 60s, but I'm super tone deaf and would probably do more harm than good to the band's music :p I guess the Monkees.

5. On a scale of 1-10, how funny would you say you are?  I'd say 7, I'm...

A Versatile Mind In A Restless Generation

A romantic is what you chose to be called,
Because to your emotions and desires you were enthralled.
A poet and a dreamer with so many ideals in your head,
I clung onto each and every word you said.
Much like me -
You were on the road to self-discovery.
Searching for human understanding, yet trapped in a rat race,
A world of people attracted to blue ribbons and lace.
Wanting desperately to be free -
You traveled down your road of self-discovery.
Making memories you'd one day want to relive as you went along
And learning from the lovers who had done you wrong.
Contemplating life and death and everything in between,
Just wondering what everything really means.
As a character I thought you were great
And sometimes I still wonder what will be your fate,
Because to me you always seemed so wise,
As you led me to this side of paradise
I knew you wouldn't stay,
Because...

A Versatile Mind In A Restless Generation

A romantic is what you chose to be called,
Because to your emotions and desires you were enthralled.
A poet and a dreamer with so many ideals in your head,
I clung onto each and every word you said.
Much like me -
You were on the road to self-discovery.
Searching for human understanding, yet trapped in a rat race,
A world of people attracted to blue ribbons and lace.
Wanting desperately to be free -
You traveled down your road of self-discovery.
Making memories you'd one day want to relive as you went along
And learning from the lovers who had done you wrong.
Contemplating life and death and everything in between,
Just wondering what everything really means.
As a character I thought you were great
And sometimes I still wonder what will be your fate,
Because to me you always seemed so wise,
As you led me to this side of paradise
I knew you wouldn't stay,
Because...

Stardust And Moonbeams

Violet skies without any stars,
They've fallen down into the trees, they've drifted so far.
Twinkling, caught in the black trees painted upon the night,
They sigh with radiance and light.
Then the wind blows -
Shaking the stars from the branches to fall down below.
They land down in the bay,
Now in a dark abyss they lay.
Creating a pathway of diamonds that ripple through the night,
Leading to the moon, who just rose and is now in sight.
We sailed along the bay,
When we saw the lights from far away.
We saw the glistening path from afar,
And sailing towards it, I gently brushed my hand across every star.
Watching the diamonds fall from the tips of my fingers,
Stardust now lingers.
Let’s always find time to sail towards stardust and moonbeams -
Let’s always find moments that seem to be made of eternal daydreams.  

Stardust And Moonbeams

Violet skies without any stars,
They've fallen down into the trees, they've drifted so far.
Twinkling, caught in the black trees painted upon the night,
They sigh with radiance and light.
Then the wind blows -
Shaking the stars from the branches to fall down below.
They land down in the bay,
Now in a dark abyss they lay.
Creating a pathway of diamonds that ripple through the night,
Leading to the moon, who just rose and is now in sight.
We sailed along the bay,
When we saw the lights from far away.
We saw the glistening path from afar,
And sailing towards it, I gently brushed my hand across every star.
Watching the diamonds fall from my fingers,
Stardust now lingers.
Let’s always find time to sail towards stardust and moonbeams -
Let’s always find moments that seem to be made of eternal daydreams.  

Wild Flowers

I threw off my shoes and went running through a wild flower field,
The flowers were calling me and the temptation just wouldn't yield.
I laughed as the wind played with my hair,
I wanted to suspend time right then and there.
Feeling the beat of nature's heart and listening to the music of its soul,
I gained an understanding of its life and spirit as a whole.
The flowers now whispered their names
And the trees did the same.
The sun told me its stories from the past,
Of things that have come and gone and the things that'll forever last.
The flowers nodded their bright heads and agreed,
For even them themselves were once but a seed.
The green grass begged me to take a chance,
So with the wild flowers I did dance.
The whole scene was a celebration of life.
A celebration of old and new, of happiness and strife.
The wild flowers taught me that...

The Storm

Excitement flashed in her eyes,
As she watched the clouds gathering in the sky.
She knew it was about to rain
And for some reason, which she could never explain -
She wanted to be in the center of it all,
To feel each raindrop fall
To chase each lightning flash
And feel the thunder crash.
She always said a storm was the most passionate thing in the world,
And she wanted to watch every moment as it came unfurled.
The fierce roar of thunder,
The clouds being torn asunder,
The rhythm of the beating rain,
The lightning claiming the dark skies as its domain.
She watches it all,
She feels each raindrop fall.
With the wonder of the world in her heart and the mysteries of the universe in her eyes,
She watches the ever changing skies.  

The Storm

Excitement flashed in her eyes,
As she watched the clouds gathering in the sky.
She knew it was about to rain
And for some reason, which she could never explain -
She wanted to be in the center of it all,
To feel each raindrop fall
To chase each lightning flash
And feel the thunder crash.
She always said a storm was the most passionate thing in the world,
And she wanted to watch every moment as it came unfurled.
The fierce roar of thunder,
The clouds being torn asunder,
The rhythm of the beating rain,
The lightning claiming the dark skies as its domain.
She watches it all,
She feels each raindrop fall.
With the wonder of the world in heart and the mysteries of the universe in her eyes,
She watches the ever changing skies.  

Nature's Child

He didn't sing for the people, who sat within earshot watching him, but rather for the mountains and for the sky.
He hadn't really written the song he was singing, the song had written him.
And though some thought he was a strange guy,
I knew he knew more than all of them.
In a river he would drift away,
In the mountains he would climb.
Under the stars he would lay,
And lose all track of time.
He would weep with the willows,
And laugh with the waters.
He would run with the does,
And play with the otters.
He believed in all things that are wild.
He believed all things are worth the while.
He was nature's child.
Nature's melody began to beguile.
He sang with it and he smiled,
Knowing the measure in every mile.
He was nature's child.

Souvenirs

I was born a dreamer and that's one thing I'll always be -
Though my roots are grounded my thoughts are wild as the sea.
I've always had a love of travel,
Leading me to constantly wonder what lies beyond that road of gravel.
I see where the sun touches the ground,
And I wonder what lies beyond this town.
From these thoughts I cannot refrain,
Though they are easy to explain.
I have all these souvenirs sitting upon my shelf -
Ones that have been given to me and ones that I've collected myself.
I've got snow globes and luggage tags,
From Africa I was given a little brown bag.
I have bracelets and necklaces from Israel to Perdido Key,
And postcards of great generals from George Washington to Robert E. Lee.
I have a scarf from China town
And books from all around.
Among my souvenirs is a Virginia doll from long ago
And from North Dakota I...

#ADM.Poem

He was a tyrant who hardly knew defeat,
And everyone knelt down at his feet.
He was a man known for his merciless valor,
He was none other than the tyrant king Balor.
He wreaked destruction with just the blink of his eye,
He feared nothing, because he could never die.
But if his daughter was ever to have a son,
His reign of terror would be done.
So he would lock his daughter away,
In hopes of avoiding that infamous day.
But his efforts were all in vain,
Because no God could keep away Cian.
Cian was the fiercest warrior in his land,
He came and took Balor's daughter by the hand.
Together they fell in love,
And so a new warrior would come from above.
By the time his grandson was born,
Balor was getting old and worn
And though Balor could only cause strife,
This brave new warrior would soon take his life. 

#ADM.Poem

He was a tyrant who hardly knew defeat,
And everyone knelt down at his feet.
He was a man known for his merciless valor,
He was none other than the tyrant king Balor.
He wreaked destruction with just the blink of his eye,
He feared nothing, because he could never die.
But if his daughter was ever to have a son,
His reign of terror would be done.
So he would lock his daughter away,
In hopes of avoiding that infamous day.
But his efforts were all in vain,
Because no God could keep away Cian.
Cian was the fiercest warrior in his land,
He came and took Balor's daughter by the hand.
Together they fell in love,
And so a new warrior would come from above.
By the time his grandson was born,
Balor was getting old and worn
And though Balor could only cause strife,
This brave new warrior would soon take his life. 

15 Q&A Tag

Hey guys, I'm a little late with doing this, but I've been working on changing a few things up on my profile and I decided to do a 15 question q&a, just so you all could get to know me a little better and hopefully vise versa. This is my first time doing anything like this, so I hope you enjoy! If you have anymore questions feel free to comment below, I'd love to answer them!
1. Favorite book? Sense and Sensibility.
2. Favorite song? 'I got a name' by Jime Croce
3. Favorite music genre? I'm pretty diverse I can go from heavy metal to bluegrass, from jazz to folk. The 1960s probably is my favorite time for music though.
4. Hobby? Writing, being outside, spending time with family, listening to music, and adventuring.
5.Favorite food? Anything chocolate!
6.Would you say you’re more of an extrovert or an introvert? Intovert, for sure :)
7.If you could go back to anytime...

Silhouettes Along The Sea

The skies were purple and the clouds were pink, the sun had just started to rise
When I first met your eyes.
The ocean was calm and was still asleep,
And yet your eyes seemed just as deep.
You were down swimming in the sea, I was along the cliffside.
I was watching the sun rise and if you could've pulled it up, you would've tried.
You were a simple silhouette painted upon the sky,
I was drawn to you, though I didn't know why.
When you came to the shore,
The sky was like I've never seen it before.
Drops of water fell off of you, as if they were diamonds falling back into the ocean.
You smiled at me with true emotion.
Then with just a wave of a hand,
We walked down the beach, leaving only our footprints in the sand.
We created a memory for you and me -
Two silhouettes along the sea.

The Wild Rover

He's a wild rover, 
Wild as the winds that blow over. 
His soul is as lively as the cliffs of Moher, yet as gentle as the glens. 
He's like the last rose of summer that may never appear again. 
He's as strong and as stubborn as he is wild and is free. 
He's as strong and as stubborn as an old oak tree. 
Like lightning running through the sky, 
He'll chase a storm without a reason why 
And when he's caused the storm to be stirred, 
He'll thunder till he's heard. 
Like the roaring waters he's crazy. 
He's as crazy as the sea. 
His heart is restless and it’s raging - 
It's endless and engaging. 
His mind is like a boundless field - 
It never seems to yield. 
But underneath the grass and the clover,    
Resides the passionate thoughts of the wild rover. 

He Has A Dream

He has a dream and he works hard to obtain it.
He has a dream and he'll keep working till he's made it.
He's set his goals high,
But he knows he can make it if he only tries.
So day in and day out he perfects himself the best he can,
Because he's got his mind set on his plan.
Though he's young he's full of determination.
Though he's young he's full of dedication.
It's his hope and strength that makes him like no other,
But it's his kind heart that makes me proud to call him my brother.
I know all his dreams will come true,
Because he's got the will to make them to. 

Once I Fell In Love

I once fell in love,
With the stars above.
I once gave my heart away,
To a Summer day.
I once became entranced,
Watching how the wind blew and the golden grass danced.
Once, I even felt the whole world stop,
When I saw the view from a mountaintop.
Once, I saw poetry in motion,
As I watched the waves rolling in the ocean.
Once, my head was in a whirl
When I saw glistening raindrops that looked like pearls.
Once, I took a leap of faith and was surprised,
When I found happiness right before my eyes.
Once, nature's warm hand gave me a shove.
Once, I fell in love. 

The Drive Within

You've learned so much and yet have so much left to learn.
You've driven down so many roads and yet seem to keep missing a turn.
You've spent so much time worrying about tomorrow, that you've forgotten about today.
You've spent so much time searching that you seem to have lost your way.
If only there was a compass or map or something you haven't tried,
You seem to forget, to find yourself you must take a look inside. 

Fall Of Grace

They wear masks to add to their facades and cloaks to cover up their shame.
Like thieves they'd lie and cheat and steal to win some imaginary game.
They send a strong wrong message to our youth,
Because it's so much easier to lie than to tell the truth.
"It's in our children’s best interest." they say,
Never once thinking of who they are at the end of the day.
When they came across a good and honest man, they wouldn’t look him in the eyes
And if they spoke at all to him, they only told him lies.
Because he was a good and honest man,
Which was something they just couldn't understand
And because his morals were high,
They manipulated him without a blink of an eye.
Then they all just stood by and watched him when he decided it was time to go,
Because integrity was one word they would never know.

The Eclipse

He caught a glimpse of her early one morning.
The moon had yet to set and the sun had yet to rise.
In a moment of hopeless forlorning,
They starred into each other’s eyes.
To him she seemed like a distant dream
And to her he seemed to be a king.
He waited each dawn to see her on her sunbeam,
And for him, she'd do the same thing.
They never spoke a word,
They would only smile and wave.
They were too far away from each other to be heard,
So a smile was all they gave.
Then one day the man on the moon's loneliness was too much to bear,
And so was the woman's on the sun.
So they took a lover's dare,
And the sun and moon became one.
They grabbed each other’s fingertips
And all time froze. 

She Sat On A Sunbeam

She sat on a sunbeam,
And began to daydream.
Looking for a way to make her dream come true,
She starred below the sky of blue.
There was sunlight in her hair,
And her voice was soft as air.
Her eyes were the color of the Summer sky, so deep and blue,
And in them was a twinkle from the morning dew.
Though her laughter could make the clouds part,
There was something missing deep down in her heart.
Still she sat on her sunbeam,
And continued to daydream.
There was no denying,
That she was waiting for a cloud to roll by with a silver lining. 

Nature's Child

He didn't sing for the people, who sat within earshot watching him, but rather for the mountains and for the sky.
He hadn't really written the song he was singing, the song had written him.
And though some thought he was a strange guy,
I knew he knew more than all of them.
In a river he would drift away,
In the mountains he would climb.
Under the stars he would lay,
And lose all track of time.
He would weep with the willows,
And laugh with the waters.
He would run with the does,
And play with the otters.
He believed in all things that are wild.
He believed all things are worth the while.
He was nature's child.
Nature's melody began to beguile.
He sang with it and he smiled,
Knowing the measure in every mile.
He was nature's child.

The Man On The Moon

Holding his shimmering fishing pole, a young man leans back on the glowing crescent of the moon,
Knowing that he better start fishing soon.
His hair was black as midnight,
His smile was the dawn's first light
And his eyes were the first stars that appear at night.
Though he was playful as can be,
Deep down inside he was lonely.
Sitting on the moon's rim,
He watched the people down below him.
Curious as to what they're all doing,
He thinks of the dream he is still pursuing.
So he casts out his silvery line way out far,
And hopes to catch a shooting star.

The Man On The Moon

Holding his shimmering fishing pole, a young man leans back on the glowing crescent of the moon,
Knowing that he better start fishing soon.
His hair was black as midnight,
His smile was the dawn's first light
And his eyes were the first stars that appear at night.
Though he was playful as can be,
He was always a little lonely.
Sitting on the moon's rim,
He watched the people down below him.
Curious as to what they're all doing,
He thinks of the dream he is still pursuing.
So he casts out his silvery line way out far,
And hopes to catch a shooting star.

The Cave

Through the cave there's a light,
Just barely peeking through.
Though it disappears at night,
It comes back each morning through and through.
When the sun steals the night
And the whole world awakens,
Life is full of light
While the dark remains taken.
Now you're left wondering what light the darkness gave,
Awaiting the sun to set, then wanting it to rise.
You look outside the cave,
​And watch the morning skies.    

Elysian

Elysian fields of gold,
Upon the earth so old.
They look so far away -
But beg of you to stay.
Elysian diamonds on the water
Creates awe in every son and daughter.
They twinkle and they sigh,
Much like the midnight sky.
Elysian trees of purple magnolia,
Growing near the white begonias.
Wishing people well-
A story they could tell.
Elysian days and Elysian nights.
Elysian things and Elysian sights.
A world full of Elysian worth,
Could it be that G-d put bits of Heaven on earth?   

Garden of Dreams

My mind is all around,
And my feet struggle to stay on the ground.
My head stays up in the clouds.
Somehow I find myself all alone in a crowd.
My daydreams become so real to me,
That I find myself in awe over what others cannot see.
Walking around half asleep,
And with my thoughts running deep,
I seem to drift into a world all of my own.
My river of hopes has become overflown -
And the garden of my dreams overgrown.
With my mind twirling all around,
Desire's sweet music seems to be the only sound.
Then with a look outside the window, I hear adventure calling me,
And I run right towards it, curious to what I might see. 

Fences

Give me a life with no fences -
A life where nothing, but trees block the light of the sun,
Where nature can fill my senses,
And my wild thoughts are free to run.
Where the wind blows, unrestrained,
Like birds on high.
Where knowledge from the earth is gained,
As each generation goes by.
Break down the fences,
So all life can be unbound.
So life can fill our senses,
And true happiness can be found. 
 

When Your Page Is Turned

Have you ever let your pen take over?
Just let your pen write?
Just to see what emotions it can uncover,
And what feelings it can ignite.
Have you ever gotten lost in the story that it told - 
Found yourself lost in its words?
Left you feeling like the time yet has not grown old?
There's so much for you to discover -
So much for you to learn.
What emotions will you uncover,
When your page is turned?

WTW Writers I have a challenge for you

In 1816 Mary Shelley and her husband Percy Shelley went to Lord Byron's Lake Geneva villa for a small vacation. While there Lord Byron shared with them some of the haunting ghost stories that had spread through all of Europe, and then a life changing challenge was created. Lord Byron purposed that the entire party write their own ghost story that they would read to each other and choose who won. After weeks of struggling, inspiration struck and Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein. In the spirit of Halloween I purpose to all of you the same exact challenge Lord Byron purposed all those years ago. Write your own Ghost story!!! Comment below what the title of your story is and I promise I'll read it and quite probably be awestruck by your genius. Remember there's a little bit of the Halloween spirit in all of us and it's just the perfect tool for us to incorporate in our writing!!!!!

Environmental Writing Competition September 2018

The Wheels Of Progress

This forest space,
Is such a beautiful place.
Let's cut these trees down,
And build a big town.
Let's build a big mall.
Who really cares at all?
Just think of the money we'll be earning,
And besides the wheels of progress must keep turning.
Let's industrialize.
We'll build smokestacks that reach the skies.
There'll be a wholes smokestack chain.
Who minds a little acid rain?
The gases we'll keep on burning,
Because the wheels of progress must keep turning.
What are we to do with this organic waste?
We need somewhere it can be practically erased.
Why not dump our oil and debris,
Off into the sea.
Then it won’t be concerning,
And the wheels of progress can keep turning.
Whoever said nature and man should coincide?
And who cares if we commit ecocide?
Who cares if the blue bird will never again fly?
Or if nature and animals all begin to die?
Maybe someday we'll learn,
But for...

How Life Sings

Life can be such a sweet song,
If you only listen along.
As you walk through this world - 
All of life's most precious melodies can become unfurled.
Trickling down,
From the hill to the ground.
A stream laughingly cascading down into the spring,
That's how a waterfall sings.
Leaves rustling in the breeze,
Acorns thudding down from the trees.
A song as old as the tree rings,
That's how a tree sings.
Drizzling rain becoming dew,
The sun just barely peeking through.
Life singing a beautiful song,
Just begging for you to listen along.

The working man

Let me tell you a story,
About the average man's glory.
A story about the working man,
Who works as hard as he can.
Who labors away,
Each and almost every day.
The man who plows the farm,
The woman who mends a broken arm.
Those who put their life on the line,
The waitress who works while you dine.
The ones who teach our youth,
Those who bring to life the truth.
The banker, the grocer, the lawyer, the employer, the constructor, the conductor. 
I give a special thanks to you,
For everything you do.
And when greatness seems like it can't be found,
Remember, no matter how small your job is, you help make the world go round.

Perdido Key

Fields of turquoise, leading to a deep ocean of blue -  
Water that you can almost see through. 
Things like I've never seen them before, 
Like waves of glass rolling to the shore. 
A great unknown in front of me, 
That goes way past what I can see. 
The tide pulls me in, 
As it misbehaves every now and then. 
I watch the tide slowly grow, 
It goes from high to low. 
Standing on the shore -  
My heart begins to soar. 
And then I run out to the sea, 
And like the laughing waters I'm free. 

Your Deepest Pleasures

I feel as though nature has the most beautiful treasures,
But sometimes in my silent thought I wonder where you find your pleasures.
Is it from the kind smile on a child's face?
Or from when it feels like the world has slowed down its pace?
I wonder if you seek your pleasure out,
Or if you wait to learn what it’s all about.
I wonder if you see it every day,
Or if it seldom comes your way.
Does it come from the rising of the sun?
Or at the coming of the moon, when the day is done?
Yes, sometimes in my silent thought I wonder at what measure
Do you find your deepest pleasure?     











































 

Star Trails

On a warm summer’s night,
When underneath the moonlight,
When the stars are shining beautifully bright,
There's a kind of hush that begins to start
From deep down in your heart.
Where heavenly shades of blue are upon the sky,
And the flowers on the wall are growing high.
When twilight has covered the earth,
And you see the world for all it's worth.
Where the lightning bug twinkle in the trees,
And there's a soft gentle summer breeze.
Where the hills are high and low,
That’s the place that I love so,
Because even the star trails can lead me to where I call home.

Star Trails

On a warm summer’s night,
When underneath the moonlight,
When the stars are shining beautifully bright,
There's a kind of hush that begins to start
From deep down in your heart.
Where heavenly shades of blue are upon the sky,
And the flowers on the wall are growing high.
When twilight has covered the earth,
And you see the world for all it's worth.
Where the lightning bug twinkle in the trees,
And t5here's a soft gentle summer breeze.
Where the hills are high and low,
That’s the place that I love so,
Because even the star trails can lead me to where I call home.

Tomorrow and Today

Why should we worry about the future
When we were given the gift of the present?
Why stay focused on one thing
When you can live life to its full extent - 
And never wonder what you might be missing?
The river is always flowing, always moving
The relevance of time it's always disproving.
It's purpose is to flow
Just as a tree's is to grow.
They never think of tomorrow,
Only today -
They never carry their sorrow
The let it melt away.
The never keep worry or strife 
They just live out their life.
Come what may,
They always have today.

Monostich

Our Horizon

The most worthwhile things worth chasing are those that seem just out of reach - our horizon has no end. 

Taking A Walk Through The Woods

The sunlight danced upon the wheat
And the grass felt good on my feet.
It was the year's first glimpse of Spring,
And it was a beautiful thing.
Taking a walk through the woods. 
So many flowers were growing
And the river looked terrific the way it was flowing.
Taking a walk through the woods. 
Cheerful birds began to sing,
And I thought how great it would be if bluebells could really ring.
The storms of Winter were blowing over,
And now on the ground there were crocuses and clover.
Taking a walk through the woods. 
Leaves were growing on the trees
And in the air you could hear the buzz of bees.
The rolling hills seemed greener than ever,
For a while that seemed like that would happen never.
The world was awaking,
And beauty was in the making.
Taking a walk through the woods.

Inspiration

I'd like to be inspired.
I'd like to see something much desired.
I'd like to sit down with a pen in hand
And uncover all the mysteries that fill this land.
Wouldn't it be great if my writings could awake new emotions
And unite the masses of every age and across every ocean?
Wouldn't it be be great to sieze everyday
And make people see things in a new way?
Would you like to be like the dust in the wind that blows,
Or like a sturdy old tree, that never dies and only grows?
When it comes to inspiration, it doesn't matter where, why, when, or who
Remember G-d put us on this earth to see what we could do.

Novel Writing Competition 2017

Epilogue from "Where Lilacs Once Bloomed"

When Malachi stepped out onto the stage, the crowd was in silent awe. His story had been told, but still they wondered why they had been called to the airfield on this cold spring day. "Friends, family, fellow soldiers," he began. "All of you who knew my brother, knew that his head was always in the clouds. He always had a deep passion for flight, that's why we joined the Soviet air force together. Well as you all know my brother had married the beautiful Diana, who was killed by the Nazi's only a few months before Maxim gave his life to save mine." He looked dreamingly off into the distance, and with a tear in his eye he said, "But sadly that was then, and we must focus on now." The crowd began cheering loudly as Malachi unveiled his airplane. "Maxim may be gone now, but his memory lives on! I hereby christen my airplane Fokker M.O." And then...

Novel Writing Competition 2017

Epilogue from "Where Lilacs Once Bloomed"

When Malachi stepped out onto the stage, the crowd was in silent awe. His story had been told, but still they wondered why they had been called to the airfield on this cold spring day. "Friends, family, fellow soldiers," he began. "All of you who knew my brother, knew that his head was always in the clouds. He always had a deep passion for flight, that's why we joined the Soviet air force together. Well as you all know my brother had married the beautiful Diana, who was killed by the Nazi's only a few months before Maxim gave his life to save mine." He looked dreamingly off into the distance, and with a tear in his eye he said, "But sadly that was then, and we must focus on now." The crowd began cheering loudly as Malachi unveiled his airplane. "Maxim may be gone now, but his memory lives on! I hereby christen my airplane Fokker M.O." And then...

The Peace of Wild Things

Where I find Solace

I've sat under the stars on warm summer nights,
I've run through meadows of green in broad daylight.
I've seen flowers slowly grow, and watched them quickly die,
I've seen flocks of birds fly through the Autumn sky.
It is from nature that I find solace
I've found that G-d's designs are flawless.
I've watched the different directions that a river can flow,
And I've climbed mountains that were high and low.
I've seen the sun rise and I've watched it set,
I've never seen anything that can compete with the colorful skies yet.
And as I draw inspiration from these sights,
I sit down and begin to write.
And that is where I find solace.
 

“I sit and look out"

I sit and look out upon all the world
I see a mother holding her child tight and furled
I see children running and playing
I notice their laughter and I hear the things they’re saying
I see lovers holding hands
I observe their golden wedding bands
I observe the world’s warm love
All of these I see as I sit watching from the hill up above
See, hear and observe with your heart and not your mind
And you’ll discover at a closer look, the world truly is kind.

Elusive

Is it in the moon glow
Or in the wind that blows?
Is it in the sun shine
Or along the horizon line?
Is it on a dove's light wings
Or in some of the other little things?
Just what is it I am looking for?
Just what's so curious to me about the waves that crash into the shore?
I know it's something exciting,
Because it seems so inviting.
The thought of it is always in my mind.
I think about it all the time.
But what is it, I just don't know.
What's so tempting about the word go.

Euphoria

I'm walking on sunshine,
And dancing with the breeze.
Happiness is all mine
And my laughter can hardly seize.
Euphoria.
It's that feeling I have when you’re all with me,
That feeling that can never be replaced
That feeling known as family.
Euphoria.
The people who always make me smile
And never let me down,
I know when I'm with them I'll be happy all the while.
And I'll never wear a frown.
Euphoria.
Like I'm running through a field with wings on my feet,
Like a splash of cold water on a hot day,
Like a songbird's cheerful tweet.
Here with them is where I'll always stay.
Euphoria!
 

A Change is Coming

A President without a political background,
So for America a change is bound.
An approach back to the olden days,
Where we bring jobs back to America in many ways.
I can hear ole' glory humming,
A change is coming.
Protecting the nation from harm,
And keeping our amendments alive, so we have the right to bear arms.
Preserving our history for future generations to remember forever,
So they can grow up to be clever.
Is it any wonder Lady Liberty is now softly humming,
A change is coming.
Enforcing pro-life,
Doing away with all strife.
Resurrecting patriotism in Americans hearts,
And allowing us to have a fresh start.
Liberty bell has now began humming,
A change is coming.
And though Trump has been shown much hate,
I know now because of him that America has a great fate.
And so as the drummers begin drumming,
I say proudly, a change is coming. 

The Blue Ridge Mountains

Its beauty is stunning beyond all compare,
its a gem that seems so rare.
The rolling blue hills are a sight to see
It brings out a certain happiness from within me.
They're far away like a distant dream,
they appear as clouds the way they seem.
Its like seeing a piece of Heaven on earth,
it has so much worth.
Its beauty comes overflowing like a spring time fountain,
you can look all around but you'll never find anything like the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Its beauty is beyond compare,
its a gem that seems so rare.
With every turn you never know what you may see,
meadows of wild flowers sweetly dancing in the breeze.
Just seeing or imagining it makes my heart fly,
and I give a wistful sigh.
Life without it wouldn't be the same,
it would be like a candle that lost it's flame,
or a shore without a sea.
Yes, words can never describe what...

The few, the brave

Together they fight
all day and all night
to keep us safe and free 
in the land of liberty.
Their courage is strong
as they protect right from wrong.
What they do isn't just a small thing,
because they fight so freedom can ring
and freedom does ring loud and proud
and it's because of them that it can.
So thank you to every brave woman and man
who have fought and died
protecting our flag with pride.
They are the few, the brave
and it was liberty to us they gave.
So to the Army, Marines, Air Corps, and Navy I appluad
for serving our nation under G-d.

Writing for Children Competition 2017

Ralph The Rascally Raccoon

    Ralph was an easygoing raccoon who lived in the woods and loved food, especially sweet foods! But there was one problem with his love of sweet food, you can hardly find any sweet food in the woods. So one day Ralph decided he was going to go in search of a candy wonderland where he could always have sweet foods. "Bandit." Ralph said to his best friend one day. "I've decided I'm going to leave the forest. Bandit was such a happy sweet raccoon that the idea of his friend leaving upset him, so kindly Bandit asked, "But why?"  "Because I want to find a place where there's cakes and marshmallows and candy outside all year round." Ralph told him. "Is there such a place?" Bandit asked. "Sure there is! I've been there before. It's a big house on top of the hill and there are nice people who live inside the house who bring food for any animal who...

On the Banks of the River

The stars shine brightly
the wind blows through the trees lightly.
The moon creates crystals on the water,
Summer nights are cooler, but the days are hotter.
The smell of flowers fills the air
and lightning bugs shine everywhere.
I'm on the banks of the river,
it's so compelling with mystery
and it's been around for such a long time in history.
I love the river, everything about it I do
yes I love it, with a love so true.
I couldn't imagine life without that river of blue. 

On the Banks of the River

The stars shine brightly
the wind blows throught the trees lightly.
The moon creates crystals on the water,
Summer nights are cooler, but the days are hotter.
The smell of flowers fills the air
and lightning bugs shine everywhere.
I'm on the banks of the river,
it's so compelling with mystery
and it's been around for such a long time in history.
I love the river, everything about it I do
yes I love it, with a love so true.
I couldn't imagine life without that river of blue.