There’s somethin’ sad about a table with one more empty chair The seat that held humanity holds nothing now but air. The life it held is not extinguished, only some place else but here. So mom and dad put on fake smiles that hide the grieving tear. Sadder still, the families who are never there…Continue reading “Gatherin’”
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Can You?
Can you hear the ring of wind chimes in the gently blowing wind? Can you see Grandpa’s truck as it starts to round the bend? Can you taste the sugar cookies that Grandma Great was making? Can you smell the homemade bread that she’d just finished baking? Can you sense the golden sunshine softly restingContinue reading “Can You?”
In My Town
The city-slickers wear new boots Down the asphalt roads they go Shiny buckles and clean britches They wear it all for show. It’s just a fashioned statement For the fresa in the duds. They can’t repair a fence Or go tromping through the mud. His hands are soft as feathers He ain’t working much todayContinue reading “In My Town”
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