Jewels P.O.M. for August

Jewels My heart is just a treasure That opens like a chest Filled with lovely jewels A vision to digest Its value is tremendous No price can quite convey And I am really pleased You opened it today You did it, oh so simply With just a little smile A gift that god has...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...