So many things in life to be done. But instead I just ignore them. In sand I often bury my head. Why deal with these things. When I can stay in bed? I live life the same as the days pass by. I used to write poems, I would write them every day.

Poems and Musings by Roland Rit Anderson, age 96. This is the last poem Rit sent me. But I thank God for the mountains I must climb. And the power He gave me to scale them;. The frightening dangers I had to face. And the strength he provided to overcome them. I thank the Lord for adversities in life. That forced me to use gifts that He gave me;. For the road blocks in my path ahead. Which caused me to use my mind to avoid or remove them.

I had a dream about him last night and I ache for his return. This chance we take resonates as the.

Saturday, May 14, 2016. English 1981 and MA Fine Arts 1985. Began painting as a hobby during school days and poetry in college days during graduation.

Creative Corner - Poetry By Sherry. Tuesday, December 20, 2016. YOU ARE made of cosmic dust. From a billion sparkling stars. You are what makes the sun and moon. You are everything near and far. You are the rock that holds things in place. And the tree that stands tall and strong. You are where you are today. You are the rain that falls from your eyes. That washes away your pain and fears. Like a magnificent ocean wave. The same substance as your tears.