I wonder, what have your critters taught you?
Category: Poetry
Poetry
first fall snow
first fall snow
Proverbial Mud
Sometimes I am lost in the thought of what if.
One Handle Randall
I met a man with one hand in a land between two rivers.
Finger to Key
Where would we be without the written word?
Empty Hole
I still feel it, deep in my soul; can’t fight it, can't deny it; trying to hide it but it takes its toll.
I see cows…
I see cows...everywhere I go!






