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Staring for a few seconds, at the end of the road; greeting the massive mountains, that seem to be breathing as they lie in the darkening...

Just east, just barely east of Mtn. View, close to a mile away from the stone curved football field of the school, immediately on the...

From the tin roof, that had been put up just before a storm, that had clattered and banged and made noise so loud, crackling in their...

Planted late in the fall, the golden skin of the Daffodils bloom, rising on leafless stems, announcing that Spring is here , Making the...

On west Blue Starr, the western side of the city, this piece of ground looks at the well manicured Claremore golf course and the...

This facade of rocks, broken and laid up horizontal, vertical, crooked and across the buildings front, trace the eleven windows that...

Sitting here on the bank, Wishing the feeling of the line were tighter, Watching the night slowly go up, Seeing the moon go higher and...

I’ve done my best, out here, in a Minco field, and spun the rest, the wind, that would yield, These two children, looking over, and...

Looking off west, toward the land with no trees, where the late winter grasses were pulling for color, The sun will fall over, this scape...

Look for it in winter, you’ll find it standing there, behind these full grown trees, this new gate, and this feeding pasture, nice and...

Look at me, I’m still standing. I’ve managed to keep my skirt tails all in order; well the ones I honestly still have. They built this...

The night takes the best of it all. Watching the days relics of snow and cold partially covering the grass. The leafless trees and...

Less than fifty steps, from the third house up the block, lays this field where growth of wheat lies, between town, and the sprawling ...

You would have thought that this cow had multiple births, but no, she had but one, one that she lost, that cold night before the spring,...

If you heard me turning, around the center axle, and known my only goal, Was to keep rotating, and pulling, with all the power I had,...

It stands, or keeps it height, through figments of the imagination. There are days of delight here, days of dismal offerings, and...

Colors bound in groups, perpetuate the senses, bringing up the high plains and pouring down them with an intensity as a river, rolling...