Joel Thomas Orcutt
My brother has a new book on Amazon. He is one of the fourteen children my poetry was inspired by. You will enjoy his story as well.
The Mailbox
AN OLD MAILBOX I went back in time todayFar from city streets, I strayed To a place and time long agoWhere life held a soft sweet glow Burnishing on the countryside hillsLush green trees in wide fields After all these years a rusty old mailbox is still standingAn empty place in...
My Mind most Days
Mollybeesmemories readers: I appreciate your interest and support in this blog site. I added a translator to include my distant readers.I write about things I remember from my childhood, mainly from the nineteen fifties and sixties. I also love nature and photograph a significant portion of my pictures. When I look...
Indian Paintbrush
The Navajo woman saw beauty all around She would weave the beauty she saw growing on the ground Her Poles staked out and measured to height on the Upright looms with no moving parts to fight Her eyes would slowly look to the subject she undertook Her hands moved to and...
A cup of Coffee
Have a Cup of Coffee I love a cup of coffee on a frosty day I like my coffee, I’ll drink it anyway but honestly, I like coffee any time of the year even in the summertime when the sky is clear There’s something soothing in that morning cup Not just...
🦉 OWL FOWL
Silent predators of the nightLanky looking with a face all white Roosting in quiet places during the dayhunting at the night, that’s just his way His feathers are adapted for silent flightHe sneaks up on his prey, who puts up no fight H makes a soft eerie hooting soundThat’s the only...
Laundry Grab
Laundry day In a family, there is a lot of sharing A whole lot of taking, giving, and caring Fourteen children all take turns It makes sense someone gets spurned So, at the beginning of every laundry week I would grab a clean towel and sneak My clean towel I put...
