So Much Around Us Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Standing on my deck,
the last April Sunday, of two thousand and seven,
A perfect round moon, is shining,
A special thought, from up in heaven,

Then a white light passes,
in between myself, and the sky,
Was it a falling star,
or the orb of a friend, saying hi.

Frogs, are creating the sound,
as the patrol, the water in the creek,
communicating with each other,
with the movement, of their cheeks.

So much around us,
to enjoy everyday,
endless things to absorb,
during this life's, short stay.



tom Maxwell copyright 4/27/2007