It takes little,

To adorn a home.

A few pieces of wood, ...

Our local livestock,

Is the friendly type.

Some look on curiously, ...

When I was a child, and

Didn’t understand French,

I could have thought, ...

Last night’s thoughts,

Were a jumbled mess.

Hard to find sleep, ...

Visiting the past,

Is a slippery path.

There are times, ...

It is a competitive world,

Even in the quiet,

Of remote farmlands, ...

Old-fashioned fun,

Still exists.

At least in small, ...

When thoughts,

Are hard to understand,

Distraction often helps, ...

Sunday mornings,

Soapy water,

Rain-splattered cars. ...

Ferris wheels too,

Have changed with time.

Windowless cabins, ...

As days pass,

Memories from the past,

Appear smoother, ...

Devilish pranks,

Or childish smiles.

I wonder which face, ...

When answers,

Do not arrive,

I need time, ...

When my thoughts,

For no reason at all,

Splash everywhere, ...

I know my day,

Is not so bad,

When I actually see a bird, ...

Some days,

It is not the chirping,

Of early morning birds, ...

Some problems,

Can seem daunting,

At first glance....

Happiness comes,

In many shapes and forms.

One need only look outside, ...

Cloudy days,

Filled with doubt.

When the sun hides, ...

Last summer I travelled,

To a new homeland.

An out of the way place, ...