Rhythmic Stories

the air is cool and crispBlond hair escaping just a whisp Galloping along on a purebred horseOn a dirt trail, no particular course Escaping your usual...

The old willows limbs gently sway in the breezeSmall children playing underneath doing as we pleased Making mud pies in old tin cansWaiting to be eaten...

Watching June bugs on a warm summer nightThey hit the window pane as they dance to the lighton a lazy June bug night They’ll flap two...

Bullfrogs Serenade I heard the voice of a bullfrogas I approached, he jumped on a log a funny, deep tuba soundwater amplified his croak all-around a...

I will take butterflies and flowersOver mansions and high towers Open fields where wildflowers growA tiny little garden I can hoe The sounds of the songbirdsTree...

The treetops are alive with singing up highThe Gathering Blackbird’s readying to fly The branches shake rapidly aboutHeavy with blackbirds in sync, a shout They are...

In the background of a lot of our old pictures  Was this a massive rock? It was a permanent fixture  It brought childhood memories to my...

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some days in our summers away from schoolas children, there were times we would act the fool I remember my mama would always sayyou both know...

Shakespeare once wrote: “Of all flowers,                                 methinks Rose is best.”  But,...