At The Bell

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

Home Anew

Were you there when the dark eyes lit up 

Shining bright, full of freedom and thanks

Did the cultural kiss and the giving good gifts

Lift your hope to a much higher place

What of when, with a pen in the hand

Beauty flowed, coming straight from the heart

Will you write with by-line, their stories most sublime 

Should these smiles be denied brand-new starts