Green, the stem and leaves,Orange, red, purple, and white, Yellow mellow, and yellow bright.Colors of fall, glorious sight!What if drained of all colors,Nature happened in grayFlowers bloomed and blossomed like clay.Brown, black, or rust ruled the day?What if trees turned plain old brown;Would our hearts rise up in glee?If pumpkins were never orange, would weSo love... Continue Reading →

Mama taught me canning skills When I was just a childWe picked our fruit, gatheredFrom garden, orchard or woodland wild.Peaches, pears, and apricots, Grapes, sweet corn and beans,We washed the jars and filled them;The canner chugged and puffed out steam.Now I am getting older fast;I hope that like jelly and jam I'll beWell-preserved, and keeping strongTill the... Continue Reading →

The old red Ford truck waits;We fill our buckets and tubs withHard yellow Kieffer pearsFrom a spreading gnarled tree,Planted years ago by some homesteader.We owe him or herWho dug the holeSpread the sapling's roots In the waiting soil, Who watered,Who pruned so we could harvestSweet fruit.