These
Lines on
my Face

Are very simple
to trace

Each one
Leading to
the same
place

Lines
from smiles
lines from
the sun

Lines
from so many
Miles

Smudged finger prints
Now treasures
Sippie cups
Old toys
lifes simple
Pleasures

Every grand parent
Can tell you when
Each grandchilds life
began

minnie spoons
and

I'm circled with Love
I'm circled with angels
from the Lord above

hands held together
clasped firmly and tight
these are precious angels in my sight

I'm just and old tree

There are many sounds
in the mountains
but
the most haunting one of all
is the bugling elk
and
His call
in the early morning
he doesn't hesitate
to make that haunting sound

the children
are our future
our hope
but
not if we continue
down this slippery slope

can we look
into their eyes
with a tomorrow
on the rise
or

In a place out west
where spirits rest

on hills high
it's in the autumn
when fire meets the sky

gold, yellows
reds a blaze
visible
even through
the early morning haze

Enchanted Forrest
magic to the eyes

it heightens the senses
it makes one realize

just how special
the Enchanted Forrest
can be

walk thru mist
and
fern

I have this dream
of a mountain log cabin
snuggled with my wife
next to a crackling fire
thats my hearts desire

I hope i'm not to old
and
this dream to bold

maybe my life

I`m sorry
for all those things
I said the other day

I hope you
can forgive me I pray
That you`ll stay

One thing that is true
I cant imagine a day
without you

Poppa said

see all of them houses
lined up in a row
there really made of
glass
but I still want you to know

Lord willin
your gonna get old someday
to
maybe have a family