Stones Of A Worthy Cause

Even the stones, that lend themselves

To a worthy cause, are well known then

All the rest who came, stayed and went

Get no share of the mind again!

The Mountain Fine

Braving winters, it gathers snow

To feed the rivers, for months to flow

Steady and strong, through trying times

Ready always, the mountain fine

Never an End!

Mountains, forests, to plains below

Along its way, the river flows

Villages, farms, and cities past

To ocean meets, its course at last

Unseen by us, it circles back

Ocean to clouds, to mountains high

From there it starts, all over again

Proving there was, never an end!

Some Friends Of Mine

Those misty falls, with waters clean

So sparkling white, in diffused greens

And soaring birds, of flights so fine

Spreading peace, are some friends of mine.

Treasures Unseen!

That chosen path, turns sharp ahead

To unknown seems, the flight of stairs

Waver you not, have nerves of steel
There lie beyond, treasures unseen!