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Carry me down this road, Slowly this time, let the wind and the sky and turning of the day, roll the magic up in me, And find my eyes...

Tiny feet, wrapped around two-layer barbed wire, between two barbs, with the painted silver top of the post, scratched by time, and...

Apart from the tide, and the tide of people, apart from the growth that doesn’t grow, this mighty small tree, can seize the moment, When...

Just a small piece. Amazing what eight legs can do, all of them moving, Wrapping themselves and the web around the prey, Spinning the...

Step lightly on this beach, Carry your concerns here, Leave them amongst the patchouli scented nights, The windswept days, the clouds in...

There are green leaves that bow and flitter, Who spank the air with softened strokes, Some who have made the trip to grasp forever, Only...

Across the road, just past the curve, a trip around, one must fly, to avoid the cars, rushing in and out, along the busy stretch, Pulled...

These hunters, George who was six and Pete who was five, with their father, Thomas Jefferson Hudson Goodmon and these two dogs, posed...

We can tear through the twists of rain as it falls down upon us, we can walk along the grass built with bridges of waters run, we can see...

I was four years old, on the beautiful day, when the trees had started to turn, and leaves were falling, Ann Morrison Park, picnic and...

The harrow would be run a day or two, after the plow had dug and tilled the soil, The mules pulled the blades deep, curling and turning...

We are down to the cucumbers today. There appear to be few, but I can assure you that there are many jars collecting these specially cut...

The tractor seat has moved past comfort, Into the recesses of time, Each wheel has watched the rubber go, The steel on those metal rings...

In the timber’s of the Ouachita Mountains, where the waters flow so easily, through the dense and different stands of trees; bushes and...

The rooster, “Charles the IV” (Whose breed is quite unknown), By those who know it best, Can only stay a moment. He must be off among...

North of the Verdigris River, outside the city limits of one of Oklahoma’s smallest, thriving towns, is one of the oldest, and largest,...

The water is cool, as it breaks the surface, it is white in its color, running down through the width of the pan. It is quick in its...

The fan is bent, it’s blades are rounded, The axle is there, but rusty, tired and stopped. The stand upon which it stood is gone...

I am Lucy. Thou shalt know this is my brood and thou hast wormed your way in. Care for me not in thine own way any longer, Pull for my...