Country Colored Memories
As it was coming over the hill-dad saw the tornado coming he had been by the back door all evening looking At the top of the hill, he saw it was dropping down he’d been watching the clouds , When...
Silent predators of the nightLanky looking with a face all white Roosting in quiet places during the dayhunting at the night, that’s just his way His feathers are adapted for silent flightHe sneaks up on his prey, who puts up...
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 sound I would catch a glimpse of herdeep in thought While her children squabbled...
