Once upon a rodeoCowboys on horsesPutting on a show whooping and holleringLittle calves rope collaring The cowboys’ lassohangs in the airAs an Unsuspecting calfgrazes near Rodeo riders and the life they desireNo cowgirl can control that fire Every rodeo fills a particular needTrue cowboys seem to have to feed Find a...
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 lazy day in JuneI enjoyed my tuba tune bullfrog’s singing on a sunny afternoonI hate for them to leave so soon I watch them as...
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 frogs croaking heard Blue skies that appear endlessThe Honeysuckle smell tickles my senses The noises around me only sedateUnlike man’s on my nerves, grate Find...
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 singing in unison nowSome scatter a shadow; oh wow Flapping wings quickly flowPutting on a grand Ariel show You can tell when predators aboutIt’s perfectly...
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 mind to see My brothers and sisters played with me The big rock across our road was our playground If we weren’t in the house,...
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 better than to act that way Then after she couldn’t take it anymoreshe looked our way and said out the door if you can’t get...
Shakespeare once wrote: “Of all flowers, methinks Rose is best.” But, still, I think there is a beauty when rose petals are at rest The Rose...
It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away came to life for a few brief moments on a quietRainy day A faint glimmer of red and goldMy brain tries hard to unfold Ears of corn, some yellow, some redIndian corn, my grandad simply said I remember I thought he was...
There’s a cabin on a hillside ridgepast the old weathered wooden bridge The view of a green valley belowWith wildflowers being my show A creek nearby with clear waterTime flies fast, and it doesn’t matter Planting seeds for a feast to reapThe smell of rich dirt your nostrils keep Each day...
