Gracefully dancing across the floor To the beat of eagles flying And the wind blowing As sweet music filtering Through the room The dancer is a beautiful sight to see And for all to adore.

Oh to write in limerick or rhyme flowing like a river or small brook which is so slow clear and steady like a sculpture being created for it must have a balance to add to the mixture of flourishing ideas but the writer may seem like a confused child with no direction to keep plugging … Continue reading The Writing Dilemma: Joyce Lancaster

The sun rises into the sky Its beams glisten like the Christmas lights on a tree the season of Christmas is here fills our hearts with joy the season of Santa Claus is upon us our hearts are filled with joy and peace this spirit should be with us all year long it is a … Continue reading The Dawn: Joyce Lancaster