Category: Rhythmic Stories

My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of voices, still she never...

The wind through the weeping willowsAs she shakes her spindle, she billows Like a dancing ballerina on her tiptoesFiltering here and there, on her...

Some days it seems to rain and rainMaking you feel confined and restrained I sit and wish for the rain to stopNot thinking about...

You could see the pain in dads eyesAs children, we asked him so many whys The answer to our questions askedHe answered through pain...

As young country girlsMy sisters and I would walk to theBridge by Shortenings small cabin Dick and David used it only duringDeer season They...

Be present and ClearHave trusted friends near Some days I’m lost and goneI pull up a happy memory song The days rolled by fastIt...

My sister was a musical little girlWhen she was small, she would Shimmy up next to daddy’s legWhile his fiddle sound filled our world...

When you miss laughing with your daughtersIt’s ok to Cry a river; it’s only puddles of water The Days are gone. You cannot reclaimLife...

In farming and gardening, to hoe a row  is to turn a line of soil for planting seeds or bulbs—  A tough row to...