White ghost of a horseHer name is Boo!Her ears soft pink Her eyes are blue.Like Mr. Ed, She's loyal and true Speaks only when she's spoken to.

SunflowerSummer's paintbrushDipped in gold sunlight,Swirled in orange sunsets,Stroked in dark soil,Dabbled across oceans of sky,Lighted with firefly beams, Spangled in dragonfly sparkles,Splashed on the parchment of August.

Who thought to dye this basketThe brightest grandest red?Who thought to trim it up with blueAnd carved the handle grip insteadOf plain, dull, and heartless, utilitarian?I think it was a farmer's wife; Who hoped when she planted an apple tree, Who prayed as she watered it carefully, Who knew that someday she'd joyously climb And harvest it full of... Continue Reading →