It Isn’t Anymore

Standing like a river-roaming crane Beside a Narrow country Lane Miles and miles outside of town Was a weathered barn, faded brown. For many years it stood there Sky-scraping the country air Like a sentinel of farm and feed Guards the growth of each new breed. But time marched on every day And the farmerContinue reading “It Isn’t Anymore”

America to Me

I ordered a glass of lemonade These stands are the place to be Cold drink, sitting in the shade. And it feels like America to me. I ordered spicy rice with chicken Saps Thai is the place to be All I hear are Thai men speaking And it sounds like America to me. I orderedContinue reading “America to Me”