Rae

My grandma's name was Rae
Like sunshine in the window
A warm place

The Sand Bar

My attempt at a Robert Frost-like Poem and based on a true story:

We went one day to see the river winding

Walking for miles, looking and then finding

A sand bar which could be seen far away

And growing closer, beckoned us to stay

For it looked just like a swimming beach to us

With fine-grained sand and driftwood and such

The main channel of the river flowed by it on both sides

It took the mighty Missouri River long and wide

To hold such a lovely piece of land

And still have room for barges on the other hand

The sun sparkled off the sand as a crane touched down

The ground too hot to touch was what he found

He took off again as we got closer still

The only thing between us and the sand, a hill

Then we saw something we had not seen before

Washed up purposely, it seemed, onto the shore

We looked and looked again for it didn't seem right

For two wooden deck chairs to have drifted into sight

They sat next to one another on the sand bar giving

The appearance that this uninhabited island once held living

Beings who had long since moved away

Leaving chairs where they once stayed

But from our point of view up on the cliff

We couldn't tell if they were really chairs or drift

Wood that just came to rest in pairs

To make us wonder if someone had put it there

Autistic Girl

Let me see your eyes
Amber listens and looks up
Her smile lights the room

This was based on therapy sessions with a 4-year-old autistic girl. One of the things was to encourage her to make eye contact. 

The Storm

The storm writes on the wind

Rhymes lightning with the rain

Freely expresses its thunder

Drops

hail in iambic pentameter

Sends

floods down the page in sestinas

Scrawls sonnets in fresh summer rain