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”
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Gatherin’
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’”
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?”
A Country Life
A little boy with his hat on sideways Is making the most of these summer days With dirty, muddy, used-to-be blue jeans This is what living a country life means. Picking out seeds in the Tractor Supply Talking non-stop and asking dad “Why?” They are planting a big crop of green beans This is whatContinue reading “A Country Life”
If I Could
If I could, I’d go back again And be a better dad to them I’d be consistent every week And start dancing cheek to cheek With their beautiful mother And tell her how no other Could take her place in my life And I’m so glad that she’s my wife. And when she hollers ‘comeContinue reading “If I Could”
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