Oil Lamp

We came through OklahomaOn vacation. I was a child. We ate at the Ruby Dee in Tecumseh.We visited Mama's relatives. Uncle Stony, Aunt BlancheIn a house with no electricity near Grand LakeWe ate supper by oil lamp lightI have loved oil lamps since.

Orchard Harvest

We planted apple treesIn faith, with hope.Now most summers weHave sweet yellow apples, With pink blushes.I peel and cook them so,In winter I will have Summer sunshine warm in a bowl With cinnamon.

Red Bloom

Under the flower's soft petalsUnder the bloom's bright spraySepals that once housed and guarded the budSupport her on her crowning day

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