The Beauties Of Nature

 A sky on fire
Hues of red, blue, gold, and pink
Its warmth comforts me

The sun, an artist
Painting with golden colors
The sky, its canvas

Hearing the birds chirp
Resting under a tree's shade
The beauty of spring

The Glass Castle Two-voice Poem

Dad: When have I ever let you down?

Jeannette: I'm starting to hear that a lot.

Dad: Whaddya mean? Your old man works.

Jeannette: You spend money on beer, and leave us to rot. 

Dad: Watch your mouth, or I'll go fetch my belt.

Jeannette shivered-- she still had some welts. 

Dad: Anyways, you don't mean that, do ya, Mountain Goat?

Dad: You and me are gonna build the Glass Castle

Dad: Complete with a moat!

Jeannette: Dad, you'll never get it done.

Jeannette: I'm leaving soon, for New York.

Dad: No you're not, you can't leave me.

Jeannette: Really? Just you wait and see.