Poeta Pages

  Photo by Peter Hilger Two being from one seed, a dicot indeed Like evil and angel who hover each shoulder With love-hate, agony and smolder Deliverance to come, by root freed Hidden regression - thou reveal The devil refused, no more to steal Unearth Unearth!  To preserve of self Climb out of this hole Cast into the light; to save of soul So may the sun come out, to vibrantly lead In colors of red yellow.  And pure of white To find my fruit, my spirit delight Merger of sage yellow Passion of red Bring forth an orange glow, joy instead! Victory cometh suit, Change your root to a fruit!!!! By Vicki Heschke

  Photo by Vicki Heschke (and her Boots?) Slip on, fit like a glove Stand, wiggle a toe Step, get ready to move Now, just go! Amid the green and gold A path, dusty and worn Joy for the young and old Tho' a green carpet, torn. Recover, it might Spreading wide, the vine Tall comes the flower, bright To see, another time. By: Peter Hilger

  Photo by Vicki - Wordsmith And so let it be Upon days thrust beginneth thee That of a book compiled through time Let be that, the  "Poeta Pages" - to shine It starts in love of linguistics That of courage be from But of a wife of one be Rebecca Whom I thank and wonder of As her namesake holds for that of one Of soil and earth, of moderator be To-Tie To-Bind a pair can she A deep lover of lit and family By Vicki Heschke

    So if I ask You render this task To hold me oh so tight. I would not mask The very fact of this, enduring light. By Peter Hilger