Poems & Paintings by Gil Garcia
The earth begins to stir with a new morning sun,
Gentle rays settle softly on the moisten foliage throughout the meadow,
that prepare to feed the cottontail, the deer and all its gentle friends.
While the birds, continue their unfinished songs of yesterday.
I shall not have only existed,
For I have collected many memories
of great friends, and great times.
Those memories shall be clear, intact,
all the years of my life.
The Little House
It needs shingles and paint,
The vines, trimmed and tied;
But most of all, this little house
needs a family, deep inside.
The music is inviting,
It tells of a story to be told;
A story of a family,
Close-knit, large and bold.
Sorry I spoke,
I’ll just slip by the monastery.
For some, a touch of rain may bring
A little freshness to their life,
But for others, it may bring a rainbow.
Run with the wind,
At peace with the earth.
Never stop loving one another