Hi ya,

This is the last poem I will be posting until I land in Holland. Next week is all about finishing up the last of the paintings, and packing. I will be thinking of you as I fly over the ocean on Halloween. Take care, I will catch up again with you the first week of November.

Hugs, Trish

Time passes, as the clock ticks away,
Travel galaxies along the Milky Way,
While glistening stars dance at play,
And fallen angels, come out to stay.

Time passes, as days turn into night,
And all around there is horrid fright,
On this, the eve of Halloween, a sight,
As witches and ghosts, appear in light.


Time passes, as winter turns to spring,
And small sparrows come out to sing,
As baby animals are born from a fling,
While ice melts, turning into not a thing.

Time passes, as summer changes to fall,
And spring leaves change, as geese call,
Yet, children no longer play at baseball,
While barren trees are looking very tall.

Time passes, as the clock ticks away,
Travel galaxies along the Milky Way,
While glistening stars dance at play,
And fallen angels, come out to stay.



Note: Just a reminder to check out my weekly paper, listed below, to follow along my visit to Europe.