Fragrant of summer,Food from the garden,Bright on the table with family all round.Crisp lettuce, red radishes,Onions, sliced tomatoes;How we will miss you when summer is gone.

Baseball games at City Park Kent and I rode the squawky swingsWhile Dad played outfieldThe lights came on round the fieldJune bugs flew to the glowWe tired of swingsWished for a hot dog,Or a bottle of Orange CrushDad handed us dimes over the fenceNot much happened in the gameSeemed to me, but Dad loved The smell of his... Continue Reading →

Heart-shaped pillows toasted Cinnamon brownFill the air with musicbefore drifting to the ground.Inside each folded valentine Like an oyster curls,Nestling seedsLike shining jet black pearls.