



This Friday night light One last breath shines bright Before the gentle fade into night ~Mark Schutter…
Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the field. Every turkey was scurrying, unwilling to stop and…
There is a freedom when the tires are rolling over dirt and the only sound you hear is…
We must purpose to believe that others act with good intentions. Especially when their acts sometimes confuse and…
Below I am sharing another poem from my recent challenge to my writing group to write a poem…