When You Send It:

New ideas blend with old
Something warms
That once was cold.
Thoughts passed over, hiding
With others come to join
Like into a fountain, just for luck
We throw another coin.

The beauty in the words you speak
for some, hum drum
But for others a real treat.
A meal for the starving soul
And the strength of a burning sun
Sought after by that burrowing mole.

"Watching and waiting...
I hope it won't be very long"

-- Bill Heppe