When young an innocent
the feeling is quite known...

The questioned posed, before I doze
What is your favorite color...

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

Sweetness on the lips,
sour in the soul...

While driving on the back nine
I came upon a fellow...

But to find sweet surrender
in my lovers arms...

Thru cotton faint
blue skies so quaint...

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

My bag is packed
with a pillow...

Tell me a secret
that no one knows...

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

With auburn hair
shoulder in length...