Robin Adams was teasing me last night, when we were having our giggle fest. She told me, "Of course you realize, this means war!" So here is the first shot fired. BTW, Robin...You're it!
She said I started a war
I’m sure what for
A war of words
A war of the roses
My rose is on my arm
Her rose has always been in her heart
We beat to the same drum
Never apart
A war she wants
A war she’ll get
The two of us together
Matching wit for wit
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.