Rhythmic Stories

Mettle is the courage to carry on. If someone wants to “test your mettle,” they want to see if you have the heart to follow through when the...

The cold set in silentlyovernightA grab for the coversI wrap tight The first foot hits the floorThe second goes down,a mad dash through the door warm...

Anyone that knows me knows I love a Willowlike no other tree, the Willow is the total show Whether In the summer breezeOr even a cold...

In her sister’s shadows was the place she would goShe was always fourth in line in the sisters’ row always got the hand-me-downs, never got the...

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

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

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

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

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