Conceited, stuck up,
Snotty bore
On a
High horse
But
What for
Those
Most genuinely
Adored
Leave
All pretense
At
The door
Voluptuous
Full-figured
Tree
In the past
I used to
Be
Garnering praise
From all
Around
I now lie wasted
On the
Ground
The wind
It caught me
Unaware
Keep on moving
Please don’t
Stare
in shadowy glade
mossy carpet underfoot
light green velveteen
fall in the Rockies
hillsides erupt in color
aspen in high gear
Let’s make
A truce
And get
Along
We’ve
Butted heads
Far too
Long
We’ll drink
A toast
Hugs all
Around
And
Wrestle again
To the
Ground
I won’t
Say
If
You don’t
Tell
We heard
Hushed
Voices of
Soft
Pastels
Time and again
Those in the public eye
Wielding great power
Through accrued
Fame and fortune
Have fallen
Short of the mark
Letting us down
Miserably
In the quest for
Exemplary models
The focus could be
Narrowed considerably
By concentrating
The search
Much closer to home
It is within
Common people
That
Uncommon goodness
Often is found
Verdant green
True
Harbinger
Of
Spring
Proclaims
New life
After
Winter’s
Strife
Leisurely day
At the
Lake
Perfect time
A nap to
Take
Go
Sprawling plains
Much to
