Whispering Winds
Whispering winds unseenFlowing shadows of green Limbs gently swayingVoices are saying The leaves days numberedSoon, Branches unencumbered Green will turn to bright firey huesYellows, reds, and oranges against a...
- August 16, 2022
Molly Bee
ABOUT ME
What was life like with 14 brothers and sisters growing up in the country? In our Hillside family, numerous situations instilled memories as vivid in my mind today as if they were yesterday. In any family, there are good and bad times. I choose only to color my memories of my country's childhood experiences with the good ones by using rhythmic stories. I hope you will enjoy them.
I write about life and the nature around us.