I can’t recall
A more beautiful fall
A palet of colors
Accents each other
The fanning of leaves
Free-falling from trees
The horizon is a dusty hill
An Emptiness in my heart it fills
Content to sit and watch them sway
As they dance and prance away
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.