Down on Grandmas Farm: Part 12
Most the time while playing...

You see I have this white bread
that always wants...

Down on Grandms Farm: Part 13
As the youngest of my brothers...

Down on Grandmas Farm: Part 9
Just past dinner time...

Down South on Grandmas Farm: Part 7
The sun peered...

I had a horrible habit of doing the worst thing at...
Here is my poem...

Fathers snaps at mothers words
frustration in her eyes...

Morticians made the arrangements
presenting what was left...

Most can relate
with a belief...

Sobriety didnt stop the rain
it taught me how...

Down on Grandma's Farm:
Part 4...

Some days I wake up as weak as pond water,
to tired to scratch the chigger bug bites on my...