Road Travels Leads to Wealth

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 As roads we travel, some short, others long,
like notes in our life's song, 
high and low, taking us to distant places, 
experiences accumulate our  rewards, 
sometime encounters are those of harms, 
the journey we started, sometimes wondering, 
why has this began, never to return to that start,
for it is never the same, our experiences, 
our tastes, the palate of exotic places, 
both in mind and in form,
our roads  traveled are of many forms, 
we have gained as we journey on,
thru an open door,  our adventures, 
becomes life's  greatest wealth, 
just by venturing thru the open door.

POETS OF HOWL

amid oaks standing with majestic arms, hounds dance as if ballerinas in tutus, their voices with reach of opera singers, echoing thru the trees, as squirrels set in oaks engaged in romance, these hound poets of howl they do, as squirrels throw acorns, only to encourage them to further their song...

Snowflakes Are Falling with Cheer

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling,
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me...

Rudolph with a nose so red,
Knows how to guide the sled,
As Santa loads his pack,

With gifts to bring us cheer.

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling,
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me...

I hear the sound of sleigh bells,
In the forest so near,
Loaded with gifts to bring us cheer,
And a better new year...

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling,
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me...

Choirs are singing in the street,
We hear the songs so clearly,
Singing of peace and joy,
Blessings we shall keep...

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me..

We wish you a very Merry Christmas,
With dreams of holiday joy,
We wish you a Happy New Year,
To bring you great cheer...
C. dances with gators publishing,
dec 03, 2012~~~ de quincy la

Things to Cherish

I walk the path, the light I carry,
was entrusted to me,
by the ancients, my elders.

Forest of ancient abodes,
surrounded where meadows unfolded,
game for them to partake,
and soil to nurture, as elders suggested.

Streams of water pure must flow,
these seas that rivers reach,
will always remain as gifted.
Paths to walk with flora and fauna,
along river edges, these pathways,
still our ancients walk in silence,
watching our steps, this very night.

I walk the path, the light I carry,
was entrusted to me,
by the ancients, my elders.