As it was coming over the hill-dad saw the tornado coming he had been by the back door all evening looking At the top of the hill, he saw it was dropping down he’d been watching the clouds , When I saw his frown He knew it was close he could...
a rose fully open is different from the rose in the budthe scent changes as the buds unfold as it should Warm, humid weather intensifies the fragrance of the 🌹perfume is at its most intense in the morning to the nose The rose scent isn’t always predictable and yetWe never quite...
A girl and her horse is a precious thing riding and galloping the pleasure the horse brings Nothing is like The feel of a horse galloping across a green field He’s 1200 pounds of muscle she can control, and he yields Her reigns to direct the path he goes A natural...
We were cousins all together we liked to Make mud cakesSisters Marilyn and Robin, myself and our cousins Jody and Jake We loved playing together on the top of our big hillContent to sit and talk and play sometimes we just sat still I was looking at a picture my mom...
It happened on a warm late summer nightwe had just gone to bed and turned out all the lights back in the day, you could leave the door unlockedit was an age when neighbors would visit but didn’t need to knock in a small town people always knew each otherthe knocking...
Let’s pull some taffy on a Saturday nightDaddy had the recipe and he cooked it just right In our house, daddy always made the candyMom said it was because he was very handy He made popcorn balls, peanut brittle, and taffy the bestEverything else that was cooked for my mom it...
When daddy would make ice cream on a hot Saturday night he would pack in crushed ice and rocksalt just right he would turn and churn and churn vanilla dreams in our minds burned with every pull of the handle up and down our eyes were open wide as we all...
The M I M O S A When she blooms She’s elegant but her smell is her claim to fameThe tree of happiness is just one of its Chinese common names During my childhood, this was the tree where our tire swing hungThere was no way to count all the songs...
When the wind comes up leaves shake and pranceBlowing this way and that, doing a colorful dance Each leaf different from the otherCreating a beautiful rainbow of colors But their beauty won’t last longSo watch them artfully float along Soon they’ll end up on the groundWatch them fall while they can...
These are different times we’re living inPeople are anxious and wondering when Normal times return againNormal was never there back when We long for unending peaceful livesFree from hunger, death, and strife Everywhere you look you see beauty aboundsDesigns and colors and creations sounds I focus on creation when troubles ariseTry...
