Andy : Writing

Moths

Moths

A Poem by Andy


Standing outside on a summers night, smoking a cigar, staring up at a light, and wondering.
The Question

The Question

A Poem by Andy


While walking in the woods one day I sat upon a rock to pray whispering softly in the stillness Great Spirit, hear me if you will As I gaze upon..
This is me

This is me

A Poem by Andy


Written for a contest. Rules, ya know.
The Wind

The Wind

A Poem by Andy


I wrote this at a friends house June 29, 2008, and just now revised and filled in the blanks.
Laundry Day

Laundry Day

A Poem by Andy


There is something I enjoy about a laundrymat, something cozy.
Daydreaming Cold

Daydreaming Cold

A Poem by Andy


Stuck inside on a winter day.
Hearing the sound of quiet

Hearing the sound of quiet

A Poem by Andy


Hearing the sound of quiet Along the lake's edge, waves lapping at the shore Shrouded in sweet, early morning mist Carrying the canoe to the water ..
A poem of love from the grave

A poem of love from the grave

A Poem by Andy


Don't think of me, baby when I'm gone life's too short you must go on. But if it's in your dreams while laying sweetly in your bed you may thi..
Finding peace

Finding peace

A Poem by Andy


Inspired by an event summer 2006