All the good things about life in the country
Sycamore leafFar flung from homeAlone now,Without your kin,Among strangers.Free at last, you roam.Caught, not by binding stemTo the home tree;Caught in a new placeLow in the lowly grasses.Sights are foreign.Life is crowded still.You fluttered before;Fought furiouslyFought free; But you didn't know How to fly.Come rest against The wall, the house, The garden gate'Till you find family again.
Mums make me recall Cold nights and stadium lightsLettered sweaters and Concession stand hot-dogs With Coco-Cola.Mums remind me of homecoming,Of scoreboards flashingHome versus Visitors,Of the Star-Spangled BannerSung by Betty Sue WhiteOne look at a mum and I see N.H.S. in silver glitter.One look and I hear voices cheeringA runner down to the end zone.Touchdown!One look and I hear the band... Continue Reading →
Now I am Grandma.Starting into my sixty-first year,I am still my Mama's child.These pieces of simple lifeCornhusk dollsOne a bride in green,One an angel in blue,One a girl wearing a dress with puffed sleevesSpeak to my little girl insideThat I will never be too oldNever need give up play and joy,Will always be Daddy's girl.
What’s Good About Home! 