Me

 I don't do that much talking these days

These days I seem to think a lot more

My hands, they seem to talk for me now

The crafting of my woodwork

The carving of my rocks

The thoughts I put on paper with my pen

I'll sit and show you how it's done

Don't ask me, just watch

One day, I saw my reflection, mirrored in the sky

With the seasons of my life

I'm getting older

My journey has been long

It's time for the quiet, let nature talk to me

From the birds in flight, chirping has they fly

Squirrels running aridic, jumping from branch to branch

Chittering at one another

A deer, looking up to see, to realize, it's only me

And become at ease

My hands are my words

My eyes are a book

Sit down with me, let's just take a look....

Michael VanDyke C@ 2026