Open Spaces

Open Spaces
12-12-06
Open Spaces
Open Time
In a flower filled field

Kids picking flowers in front of me.
I'm in awe of the beauty of the world.
The preciousness I see day in and out is
The only thing that I think about.

Hearing of every thing bad
I never know what to think
But to think of beauty that
I've lived, what I've seen,
What my life will turn out to be.

Years from now as I look out a window
I see my own kids picking flowers in the yard.
Still seeing the beauty of the world
And the preciousness of each day.

In open spaces
With no more time to spare
I leave the flower filled field
And go back into reality.
By: Jenny Fisk

All Words

All Words
9-18-06
Hurtful words that have a mind or their own,
walk straight through my mind,
never entering my heart, I give words thought then toss them out.

My happiness is all that counts
but loving arms, I long to have.
Many people that I miss I hope to see until the very end.
For I know of where they are in my heart
but I long to know even more.
By: Jenny Fisk