Lady in the Scarlet Dress

There was a farm
I used to visit there
The lady of the house
Made the sweetest things
Of crisp golden brown

On a few acres of land
Tended with the loving care
In her scarlet dress

Gather herbs in the garden
For the early morning guest
Memories enough to go around
And more for the rest

Its not there anymore
A long time ago

On the hill above
Looking out
Where it once stood
With the heart's memories
Distressed

You can see
What use to be
The happiness sounds
Aroma's of love
That were prepare

I miss that lady
In the scarlet dress

The Eagle’s Eye

How envious am I, the eagle flies
Over the vast soft greenery
Tree branches supported pillows
The valley divided, by a cool running vain

Rocky walls higher up to the spires
A majestic ram standing his stay
Mule deer grazes on tender fields
Smaller wing masters prowling their prey

An ever-changing subtle way of life
As to a rhythm of a symphony’s sonata
On the warm sweeping winds