Sunday, July 8, 2012

Home

Windows down in a fresh
summer heat.

Sun shining in the far off
unknown.

Music beating through the air
like a steady heart.

Corn stalks sprouting off
country roads.

This is Nebraska.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Catching Up

And isn't that just the way it goes?
One step forward,
then you stub your toe.

And the words rhyme so well,
but then you start trying.

So it falls apart like
a popsicle in summer heat.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Wedding Bells

She walked down the aisle,
on her father's arm.

He smiled,
as the crowd fell silent,
to see such a beautiful bride.

And the party was bumpin',
their friends were jumpin';
celebrating such a happy union.

Blessed to be a part of
a special day.


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Euphoria

Maybe it's the sunshine,
cascading through my windshield

Or the open fields that seem to shine,
a bright green on a backdrop of blue.

It could be the music, 
streaming from my speakers
straight into my heart.

Then again, it's probably the warmth
of a summer day's sky, 
warming my soul 
as few things can.

Maybe it's you,
each memory burned 
in a fighting heart.

And maybe it's a little bit of
everything.

Maybe it's just me.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Celebrate

Out with a bang
and a pop
and a fizzle

Fireworks clatter
and burst,
lighting up the sky
with color

But it isn't the fireworks
or the parades,
the hot dogs or friends
that make this day special.

No...
it's the freedom
that came at a cost.

So thank you's are said
and hugs are given,
flags flown from houses
and soldiers saluted.

This is the real meaning,
the true reason to
celebrate.

And celebrate we do.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Boom

And the beat goes on,
just like it always does.

Marching up the street
of this wonderful life.

Because even when it seems tough,
even when it feels as if I can't keep
pushing forward, I can...

And I will.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Literature and Travel

And the beauty of the matter is:
no matter where you are,
who you are or
what it is you are becoming,
the words and stories of others,
or even the stories hidden
deep within our own hearts,
have the power to
transform us,
renew us,
even transport us
without so much as boarding a plane.

The only other wonder that holds
such defining power is travel...

But don't the two go hand in hand?