LOOKING OUT

A beautiful sunny Friday

I look out over the lake

It is tossing waves at the shore

Brown moss accompanies the waves

It will stay a few days and then

Be washed away to our delight

The shore is a mixture of

Sand and sandstone rocks

Although the trees are still

The waves keep rolling in

Giving us a harmony of music

Keeping us eager to hear it

With its various crescendos

They could rock you to sleep

If you would allow it

Waves hit the sandbars

Further out and mist-like

Spindrift flies up giving

A spectacular visual

Evergreens along the shore

Add to the overall beauty

I wonder how long it took to

Formulate this vision of peace

This lake and all the big lakes

Were formed when the glaciers

Receded over the years

It was a natural phenomenon

Taking place as the climate changed

Today every change or storm

Is blamed on climate change

Just a tool of the left trying

To destroy the country

With harmful regulations

Ruining our energy independence

Opening the border to illegals

The waves have a way of

Calming the irritation this causes

Stanski

May 14, 2022, ^

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WHAT IS IT

WHAT IS IT

I cannot program myself

Because I am spontaneous

My writings do not follow

A certain style; the vary

This, to me, seems natural

Every time you write is wearing

Reading it could only be worse

I have a friend in Los Vegas, N.M.

He is a talented silversmith

People will interview him

Asking where his ideas come from

He couldn’t say for sure

Sometimes he had a general idea

But many times he picked up

A piece of silver looked at it and

Got the idea of where he was going

My writing is like that

I hear some words that are rhythmic

I will write them down and go from there

One line leads to the next and

Before you know it the page is full

I have made it through

The tunnel of creativity

Sometimes it feels like magic

I read my work

The silversmith holds up his work

There is delight and happiness

The gift of creativity is sacred

And never take for granted

Stanski

May 14, 2022, ^